MILF Paradise System

"Asha... why don’t you FaceTime your father and hand the phone to your mother?" I said as I looked at Asha.

I knew she would obey my every command. I had claimed her fully. My voice stayed calm and certain while I kept Maya’s legs spread wide, face still close to the warm, wet scent of her mother’s pussy.

The pregnant daughter stood nearby in only her T-shirt and damp panties, waiting for the order she already knew she would follow.

Soft footsteps crossed the clean apartment floor. The pregnant daughter unlocked the device, found the contact, and started the FaceTime call before placing the phone carefully into her mother’s waiting hand.

Maya stayed exactly as I had positioned her, legs folded back toward her chest, thick thighs spread wide, soft white panties still covering her plump pussy while I knelt between them.

After a few rings, her husband answered the FaceTime.

"Hey baby, did you reach the new place?" a voice came from the other side — a man’s voice with an Indian accent. It was Maya’s husband.

"Yeah, honey... we reached it just an hour ago," she said, voice bright and sweet, smiling like nothing was wrong. The good-wife expression settled over her face instantly. Soft lips curved into a warm, loving smile for the camera while her heavy breasts rose and fell a little too quickly under the disheveled blouse.

I watched her — face composed, that good-wife smile — but her eyes flicked to me, guilty and lusty all at once while I was between her legs, closer to her pussy.

Dark eyes met mine for a second over the top of the phone, full of the same hunger she had shown at the beach house, before she looked back at the screen and kept the sweet expression locked in place.

"Baby, are you okay? Your blouse seems disheveled," her husband asked.

Soft fabric was pulled slightly off one shoulder. The tight neckline sat uneven, showing more of the heavy upper swell of her breasts than a proper wife would normally allow on a call with her husband.

"It’s nothing, honey. I was just tired and didn’t feel like changing clothes," Maya said. Her voice stayed light and reassuring. Soft fingers adjusted the phone higher, making sure the camera framed only her face and the upper curve of her chest while I remained kneeling between her spread legs.

"I really miss you, baby. All I can think about is you and getting back to you and our daughter," the man said from the other side. He had seen how hot Maya’s boobs looked with her blouse like that.

He might be missing his wife, her warmth when they used to have sex together, but that was all in the past. Now his wife only belonged to me. Soft longing filled the man’s voice while the woman he was speaking to kept her legs spread wide for someone else.

While she kept talking on the phone — smiling sweetly for her husband, showing him what a good, loving wife she was — her upper body perfectly framed in the camera, phone held high to hide everything below — I moved carefully.

My hands went to her panties, fingers hooking the waistband, tugging slow. Soft cotton began to slide down over the warm curve of her hips. She glanced down, eyes wide — put a hand on mine, trying to stop me — but the resistance lasted half a second.

She surrendered, lifting her hips just enough to help. Soft, thick thighs shifted in my grip as she raised her ass from the sofa cushion, allowing the damp white panties to slide lower.

The plump, wet lips of her pussy came into view inch by inch while she continued speaking in that bright, loving voice to the husband who still believed she was his.

I leaned in, spreading her thighs fully, and buried my face in her pussy, tongue flat and deep, licking from entrance to clit in one long stroke. Soft, warm folds parted under the broad pressure of my tongue.

"Aahh—" she gasped. Soft thighs trembled in my hands. Her hips lifted slightly off the sofa cushion despite her best effort to stay still. The phone in her hand wavered for half a second before she locked it back into position, keeping only her upper body visible to the camera.

Her husband’s voice came through, concerned. "Babe? You feeling okay? Your face looks red... and your breathing..." The man on the other side of the world could see the flush rising in his wife’s cheeks and hear the slight break in her breath, but he had no idea why.

"Yeah... ahh... I’m okay, honey," she managed, voice breathy, forcing a smile as she held the phone steady. "Just... missing you. It’s been too long, right?" Soft, loving words left her lips while my tongue was still pressed against her clit.

She kept the bright, good-wife expression locked in place even as another quiet tremor ran through her thick thighs.

"Yeah, baby," he said, sad and loving. "I miss you too. Miss your warmth." Soft longing carried clearly through the speaker.

The husband spoke about the warmth of his wife’s body while that same body was spread open on a sofa thousands of miles away, another man’s face buried between her legs.

Asha stood nearby in silence, watching her mother get eaten out while talking to her father on FaceTime, the pregnant daughter fully aware of exactly what was happening only a few feet away.

"Baby, could you come visit me in India with Asha? I don’t know when I’ll get the visa, but you both could come visit me, right?" Maya’s husband asked. The poor guy really wanted to meet his wife and daughter.

I smiled darkly as I was between Maya’s thighs. She looked at me with a lustful expression. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

"Honey, I really want to, but I just started this job. I don’t think I’ll get leave this soon, and Asha has to start college too, you know," Maya said, making excuses.

"But I really miss you, babe," the man said, crying a little.

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