Our desi maid, a vision in a saree blouse, was innocently dusting my room when she stumbled upon my private moment. My hand was wrapped around my hardness, lost in a world of my own. Her entrance was a shock, but the way her eyes widened at the sight of my cock sent a jolt of electricity through me. She tried to retreat, but I couldn't help but appreciate the way her saree clung to her curves, outlining her luscious body. The taboo of the situation only served to fuel my desire, my cock twitching with need.