MILF Paradise System-Chapter 198: Indian MILF’s Daughter Needed Attention

I started thrusting harder, slow at first, then faster, long, powerful strokes that made her whole body rock forward with each plunge. Her plump ass jiggled under me, her cheeks rippling softly against my hips, the thin white lowers still bunched around her knees. Every thrust pushed her deeper into the mattress, her boobs flattening more, her nipples dragging across the sheets, drawing soft, needy moans from her lips.

"Ahh... Alex... you are so rough," she whimpered, her voice muffled against the pillow, her hips lifting instinctively to meet me even though she was pinned beneath my weight. Her asshole clenched tight around my cock with every deep stroke, milking me, pulling me in like she never wanted me to stop.

I leaned down, lips brushing her ear as I whispered, "You feel so good like this, Asha... all spread out for me." My arms braced on either side of her body, caging her in while I kept my full weight pressing her into the mattress. My thick cock stayed buried deep in her tight asshole, stretching her wide, every slow grind making her whimper and clench around me.

I shifted my mouth to her neck, kissing softly at first, gentle presses of my lips along the sensitive skin, claiming her like territory. Asha was fully underneath me now, lying flat on her stomach, my body pinning hers, hips rocking steadily as I fucked her ass with deep, controlled thrusts.

Her plump cheeks jiggled softly with every movement, the thin white lowers still bunched around her knees, long black hair fanned out across the pillow.

I paused for a moment, just long enough to grab the hem of her tiny white vest and pull it upward. The fabric bunched around her neck, completely exposing her smooth, creamy back.

The warm lamplight glowed over her skin, soft and flawless, the gentle curve of her spine leading down to the wide flare of her hips. I leaned down again and kissed along her bare back, leaving slow, wet trails from the base of her neck down to the lower part of her back, tasting the faint salt of her sweat.

"Please... bite me, Alex," Asha moaned, her voice muffled against the pillow, her body shivering under my mouth.

I obliged, soft bites at first, my teeth grazing the skin along her shoulder blades, then harder on the sensitive spot just above her waist. Each bite made her gasp and arch, her ass pushing back harder onto my cock, her pussy leaking fresh wetness down her thighs.

When I sank my teeth into a particular spot near her spine, she cried out louder, "Ahh... there..." her whole body trembling with a rush of pleasure, her hips grinding back desperately.

"You are so beautiful, Asha," I murmured against her skin, leaning down closer until my lips brushed her cheek from behind. "Just like your mother."

Asha’s breath hitched. She turned her head slightly, her eyes glassy but suddenly sharper. "Alex... aren’t I enough for you?" she asked quietly, her voice small but edged with hurt. Comparing her to her mother felt like disrespect. She wanted to be the one who held my attention, not just another body in the lineup.

The way she looked at me, eyes wide, vulnerable, searching for reassurance, made me want to make sure she knew she was enough on her own. No comparisons. No shadows of her mother. Just her.

I pulled my cock out of her ass slowly, the thick shaft sliding free with a wet pop, leaving her hole gaping slightly, pink and twitching. Asha panicked for a second, her body tensing, a small whimper escaping as the emptiness hit her.

She thought I was angry with her question, that I was pulling away and heading back to my room, leaving her aching and unsatisfied. But how could I leave that plump peach ass I’d come here for?

Her mother was a smoking hot MILF, but Asha wasn’t any less, she was in the making of something even filthier, young and eager, body still learning how to take everything I could give.

I put both hands on her waist and gently turned her onto her back. She rolled easily, her legs parting slightly as she settled on the mattress, looking up at me with those big, uncertain eyes. Her tiny white vest was still bunched around her neck from earlier.

I leaned down and removed it slowly, sliding the thin straps over her shoulders and pulling it off completely. Her long dark hair fanned out across the pillow, framing her flushed face. Now her boobs were out in full glory, plump, soft, perfectly round, nipples already stiffening in the cool air of the room. They rose and fell with her quick breaths, begging to be hurt by my teeth soon.

Then I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her white lowers, still bunched around her thighs, and pulled them off completely, sliding the fabric down her legs and tossing it aside. Her pussy was fully exposed now, smooth, swollen, glistening with fresh wetness, her clit peeking out, inner lips parted slightly from the arousal.

Asha felt a little embarrassed, joining her legs together instinctively, thighs pressing tight, but I leaned over her, gently spreading her knees apart with my hands, opening her wide.

I quickly removed my shirt and shorts.

Then I lowered my face closer to hers, our breaths mingling, my body hovering over her. "You are so beautiful, Asha," I whispered, hot breath brushing her lips. "And you are enough... even without your mother."

Those words hit something deep inside her. Her eyes softened, then flared with sudden need. She wrapped her arms around my neck immediately, pulling me down hard until my chest pressed against her soft boobs. Her legs hooked around my waist, thighs squeezing my hips, drawing me closer until my thick cock rested hot and heavy against her slick pussy lips.

She kissed me first, hungry, desperate, lips crashing into mine, tongue sliding against my own in messy, eager strokes. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging lightly as she moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating between us.