Maya stood outside the door looking thick and horny in her cultural attire, the traditional outfit hugging her curves, dupatta slightly slipped to show more cleavage than usual. Her eyes were bright, lips parted, clearly remembering our earlier agreement about tonight.
"Hey, Maya, what's up?" I asked, keeping my voice casual.
"Sir, Lily ma'am asked me to come get you," she said, smiling sweetly but with that hungry edge. "Lunch is ready."
"Who is it, Alex?" Tiffany called from inside, voice sharp with curiosity.
Maya heard the voice and her smile faded a little, jealousy flickering across her face. Tiffany stood up quickly from the bed, her assets jiggling as she came to the door and stood close behind me in the doorway.
"It's Maya, Tiff," I said, looking between them. "She came to get us for lunch."
