Huge Boobs Real Desi Maid in Salwar Suit Fucked Hard by her Saheb

“Surrender to the taboo”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Aanya, a young and nubile Indian maid, could hear her Saheb’s footsteps echoing through the marble halls of the grand mansion. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement, knowing what was to come.

Aanya had served the family loyally for years, her days filled with polishing silverware, dusting priceless artifacts, and tidying up opulent rooms. But unbeknownst to the rest of the household, she held a secret desire – a longing for her Saheb’s touch, his authority over her.

As she heard his approach, Aanya nervously adjusted her salwar kameez, the purple fabric clinging to her ample curves. Her cleavage strained against the fabric, her nipples hardening beneath it, betraying her arousal.

Her Saheb, a wealthy businessman in his mid-forties, appeared in the doorway, his eyes immediately drawn to Aanya’s voluptuous figure. He’d seen her every day for years, but today, something had changed. Perhaps it was the way she stood, her hips slightly swayed, or the glint in her eye, but he couldn’t resist any longer.

“Come here, my little peacock,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. Aanya obeyed, her sandals clicking on the marble floor as she approached him. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood before him, her head bowed submissively.

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the nearest room, a luxurious guest bedroom. The heavy doors slammed shut behind them, leaving them alone, cocooned in opulence.

Aanya trembled under his intense gaze, her pussy already growing wet with anticipation. He reached out and cupped her heavy breasts, squeezed them through the fabric of her kameez. She let out a soft moan, arching her back to press herself further into his touch.

“I’ve been watching you, Aanya,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I’ve seen the way you sway your hips, the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. You want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, Saheb,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Then it’s time for me to take what’s mine.”

With a swift motion, he tore open her kameez, the buttons scattering across the floor. Aanya gasped as he exposed her to the cool air, her large breasts bouncing free of the torn fabric. He wasted no time in pinching and rolling her hard nipples between his fingers.

Aanya’s head fell back, lost in the pleasure of his touch. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his expensive pant. She reached down to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder under her touch.

He guided her hand away, instead pushing her onto the luxurious bed. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, as he undressed. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, and Aanya licked her lips in anticipation.

“Service your Saheb,” he commanded, positioning himself above her. “Worship my cock like the good little maid you are.”

Aanya eagerly took his length in her mouth, her wet mouth enveloping him. She swirled her tongue around his head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper each time, until she could feel him hitting the back of her throat.

He moaned, his hands fisting in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked him. “That’s it, my little velvet maid. Take it all.”

After a few intense minutes, he pulled her away, his cock slick with her saliva. He flipped her over, exposing her round ass to him. He kneaded the soft flesh, occasionally delivering a sharp smack that had Aanya crying out in pleasure.

Without warning, he plunged his thick cock deep into her waiting pussy. Aanya screamed, her walls stretching around his girth. He set a brutal pace, pounding into her, each slam of his hips sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Aanya lost herself in the feeling, her nails digging into the plush bedding, her hair splayed out around her. Her pussy clenched around him, desperate for his release.

“Come for me, Aanya,” he growled, reaching around to play with her clit. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

His words sent her over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. Her pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his hot cum filling her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily.

In the aftermath, they lay tangled together on the bed, sweat cooling on their skin. Aanya could hardly believe what had just happened, but she knew she wouldn’t trade this forbidden moment for anything.

As the sun set completely and the shadows of the mansion shifted, Aanya and her Saheb lay in the afterglow, their taboo act completed. But they both knew that this was only the beginning. They were bound now, in a way that transcended the master-servant relationship they had once shared.

From now on, Aanya would be his, and he would be hers – a secret between mistress and master, forever bound by the forbidden fruits of lust.