Sixty One Eighteen in love-9
Posted: September 25, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nasīm Al Waħīd, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an, Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan 4 Comments
Sixty One Eighteen in love
Chapter 9
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was so excited and naïve, all of 28 and I was fucking her so beautifully that soon she could begin to feel those sensations building up inside her.
I could not help it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had decided to keep live in relationship with me forever.
“I don’t want to go away anywhere from this house, Durgesh darling.”
I was not her ‘daddy’ anymore.
I was her ‘Durgesh darling’ now even though she was only 28 now and I had already completed my 61.
“Naåīmah!”
“We are now husband and wife, as my Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān and you are.”
“Naåīmah, you are 28 only.”
“So what?”
“I’m already 61.”
“It’s immaterial.”
“But—”
“In foreign countries, there’s it is normal now that even the teenager Beauties have live in relationship with experienced mature men.”
“They are after their money.”I said curtly, “Are you too?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Why not?”
“Naåīmah!”
“I’m not a saint. I also need money.”
“Your Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān, is herself a millionaire now. You don’t need to maintain a live in relationship with me even for money.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Durgesh darling, my Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān, is only a millionaire. You are a Multibillionaire. There isn’t any comparison even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan normally was only able to do that with her own fingers or from being orally stimulated.
Never just from having my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.
But luckily, that night she never had such problems.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wondering what the experience of having my Uncut Hindu Penis would feel like.
She’d heard so much about what it would be like.
And now here she was straddling her own Hindu father and his beautiful long, hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
For a few minutes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been on the brink but had held herself back.
Now she was ready to go over the top.
So she closed her eyes and concentrated on the exquisite feelings brought on by my subtle upward Hindu thrusts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pictured that long handsome Uncut Hindu Cock of mine completely filling her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal canal, pushing back the walls with my thrusts, the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock slamming against her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womb as She rode me.
The image of all that was so wonderfully intimate, and yet so obscenely twisted, knowing that it was not the tip of any old Uncut Hindu Penis pressing against her cervix, but mine!
When she was right on the brink of her pleasure spasm, as she was now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan liked to have her partner stop moving.
That’s when she just wanted my whole Hindu thing inside her as I made all the moves.
So that’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan did, sinking her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt over the full length of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pressing down so I was buried inside her, filling her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.
“I’m close, dad, I’m almost there…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gasped, pressing down on it hard, twisting her pelvis to massage her twat with my Uncut Hindu Cock, just the way she always thought it should be.
“Any second, dad, any second…” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan panted, beads of sweat pouring off her forehead.
She looked down at me.
I was staring up at her intently, knowing She was about to explode.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was about to climax, impaled on my big Uncut Hindu Cock!
In the first wave of passion-fueled lust, I caught her furiously.
The orgasm was so intense that combined with the inebriation Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t sure where she was.
I was straining, pulling her by the hips with my hands down hard into my body as I released.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had never felt so ‘hot cum splashing’ inside, but she did feel a tide of warmth and wetness surge from her, coating both our bodies.
Her cum brought a secondary after- shock raging through her and we squirmed against each other, groin-to-groin.
Then came the next wave washing over her and I felt my come pouring into her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was feeling delirious and stated to shake.
She planted herself firmly down on my groin and paused, which seemed to make her feel the pulsations of my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock spewing every last bit into her.
Slowly she lifted herself off me and lay beside me, immediately taking hold of my Uncut Hindu Cock, as hard as ever and now slick and wet from her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and my come.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan held it in her hand, her head settled on my chest, as it slowly softened, marveling at how beautiful it all was.
We both drifted off probably within minutes, partly from the lust.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could barely remember how she ended up on top of me, on my couch, late on a cold, rainy Saturday night.
Next, she remembered waking up, I stirring in my bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was sore and had come encrusted in her bush and on her fatigued thighs.
She smelled of sex.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided she should put her shirt and sweat pants on.***
The moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an caught her Hindu father, Durgesh, fucking her Ammījān’s worst enemy, Nasīm Waħīd, was the moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an knew she would fuck me.
Or at least try.
Her Ammījān especially requested her Hindu father, Durgesh, not to fuck her worst enemy, Nasīm Waħīd.
Nasīm Waħīd was her best friend.
Yet, she criticized Nādirah Ħabīb for leaving her husband.
“You are criticizing me, because Aslam Waħīd is your elder brother.” Her Ammījān, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, charged Nasīm Waħīd.
“Of course, that’s the reason.” Nasīm Waħīd rejoined, “What do you think? I’d honor you for your infidelity?”
“My infidelity?” Her Ammījān, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, was angry, “My infidelity? Didn’t we both fucked Durgesh, even when I was not married to your bastard elder brother, Aslam Waħīd?”
Al Nasīm Al Waħīd cooled down somewhat.
“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb! That was another matter.”
“Oh, that was another matter? That was another matter?? May I ask why?” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb asked sarcastically.
“Till we are not married, we can enjoy our life as we damn please. But when we marry, it’s our duty to be loyal to our husband.”
“Even if he isn’t loyal to me?”
“Well, he can marry four Musalmān Beauties legally.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thundered at Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.
It was exactly two days after Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an turned 18.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had only about six weeks left in high school, and was staying with me on a lazy, sunny Saturday.
The day was unusually warm, allowing her to get a head start on her summer tan.
I had been watching mowing the lawn.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an watched me while she sunned and listened to her iPod.
I was wearing gym shorts and a loose tank top, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an remembered vaguely thinking that her 61-year-old Hindu father was surprisingly not aging at all.
I ate sensibly, and left for work early five days a week so I could hit the gym.
I was nicely built, and barely broke a sweat even when pushing the mower around in 80-degree heat.
A couple of her girlfriends called me a DILF.
Kulsūm, her best friend since elementary school, was the most blatant about it.
She told her straight up that she wondered what it would be like to get it on with her Hindu dad.
“Older guys like Durgesh are supposed to be the best,” she told her matter-of-factly. “They last a lot longer, and they’re mature and experienced enough to give us teenager Musalmān Beauties more pleasure.”
I was a veteran television celebrity even.
I had so many television reporters too, my girl friends that worked for one of the local network affiliates.
Kulsūm was a self-professed groupie who lusted after me whenever she saw me on TV.
And it was actually every now and then.
“I’d like to surprise Durgesh during one of his live reports, drop to my knees and give him a blow job,” she joked one time. “Do you think he’d stay professional on camera during that?”
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an chastised Kulsūm for being so rude and dirty, though Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was strangely proud that I had such a hot young secret admirer.
But even after that revelation, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t really think of me in a sexual way.
Anyway, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had the music pretty loud, and was not aware of my presence until I intentionally blocked the late afternoon sun from her face.
“Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an!” I shouted.
I waited until Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an removed the earphones. “I’m finished with the grass. As soon as I get cleaned up, I’ll start on dinner.”
“Cool, Dad, thanks.” Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was not much of a cook, but I appreciated the fact that she tried to supervise the cooking.
We had a great relationship, even though we were not real father and daughter.
Most of my such half daughters were already maintaining their live in relationship with me.
They boldly refused to leave me ever.
“I hate even the concept that the daughters must leave their parental house forever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said, “When the sons don’t have to, why the daughters only? If there isn’t any sex prejudice—”
“Nonsense.” I cut her in the middle, “Are you suggesting incest as a remedy for it?”
“Of course, darling, of course!”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to play with it, “Why not? If a father is as hot as you are, if a father is as DILF as you are, why not?”
“Are you mad?”
“Not at all. I’m just trying to bring you in our 21st century.”
“Your 21st century?”
“Of course! The century belongs to us young people, not to you older ones. You just fuck us, enjoy yourself and let’s enjoy too in our own way.”
“Naåīmah, you mean— ”
“Yes! It’s our century, a century of complete sex emancipation.”
“Naåīmah— ”
“Durgesh darling, sex is not such a problem we devote such a long time debating on it. We have so many more serious problems of life. I suggest incest as a new social order.”
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was looking at her daughter dumb founded.
Even she could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really meant what she said.
Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was against her.
She could never digest Nafīsah Salmān left her duly married husband, Muħammad Ħasan, to maintain a live in relationship with me.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved her Abbū, Muħammad Ħasan, so much, that she decided to punish her own Ammī for what she did to her Abbū.
She decided to snatch away me from Nafīsah Salmān.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in getting me as her own man too.
She tried to keep me away from Nafīsah Salmān as much as she could by providing me young and wild sex with herself.
“Naåīmah, you should not do it.”Nafīsah Salmān had touched her daughter once.
“What shouldn’t I do, Ammījān?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked her sarcastically.
“You are trying to snatch away Durgesh from me.”
“Oh, is Durgesh your husband, Ammījān?”
“Naåīmah!”
“You can’t say ‘Yes’. Can you?”
“Naåīmah!”
“I’m not breaking your home. Instead, you are breaking the home of Saiyadā Fātimah PhD Bājī.”
“Saiyadā Fātimah PhD Bājī is old enough to be your Kħālājān, not your Bājī.”
“Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza never called Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrahrza Kħālājān. Did sherza ever?”
“I don’t want to debate with you.”Nafīsah Salmān said curtly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You are intelligent enough, Ammījān, not to do such a fatal mistake ever.”
“Why are you so anxious to destroy your own Ammī’s life, Naåīmah?”
“I’m doing no such thing.”
“Only because you are younger than me, you think you can snatch away Durgesh from me?”Nafīsah Salmān smiled toxically.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s smile was evenly more toxic.
“You deserted my innocent Abbū to enjoy sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you? Now let me see how can you get it.”
“Naåīmah,”Nafīsah Salmān addressed her 28 years old, PhD, daughter gravely now, “You were too young to understand these matters when I left your Abbū. But you are yourself an ultramodern young woman of 28 now. Now you can understand my problems then. I need more sex, Naåīmah, than your Abbū could provide me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, scornfully.
“Are you getting it now?”
“Yes. Durgesh is a wild lover.”
“Durgesh is communal.”
“What?”Nafīsah Salmān never anticipated this from her daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had herself seduced me.
I was never interested in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sexually.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately kept on watching me.
She managed to access my porn DVDs.
She managed to keep watch on my sex life with her Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately provoked me for having sex with her, and offered herself to me by design.
Yet she was saying that I was communal.
If I was really communal in her opinion why did Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself seduce me, provoke me, offer herself to me?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said scornfully to her Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān.
“Durgesh is a wild lover with us Musalmān Beauties because he is communal.”
“Nonsense!”
“He loves to disgrace Musalmeen by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.”
“I can’t believe you, Naåīmah.”Nafīsah Salmān looked at her daughter contemptuously herself now, “You think so, yet you deliberately— ”
“Don’t try to act moral now, Ammījān. You’ve already proved, with your every action, you haven’t any.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eyes were blazing now with intense venom for her own mother, “You are not a lady, not a kħātūn. Not honorable by any woman at all. You are only a cunt.”
“Naåīmah!”
“You are only a cunt” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated with more intense hatred, “that needs an animal’s sex kicks only, no matter what you have to sacrifice for it.”
“Naåīmah!”
“You are a blot on entire womankind.”
Nafīsah Salmān couldn’t bear her own daughter’s wild accusations anymore.
“Not more than yourself, bitch.” she blurted out.
Now it was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s turn to be dumb stricken and open mouthed.
“You—you called me, ‘bitch’?”
“Even a bitch is better than you.”Nafīsah Salmān had lost all her self-control, “A 28 year old PhD, Panjvaqtā Namazī, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān young woman, seducing a Hindu who is old enough to be her father—”
“Old enough to be my father, not my father.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled contemptuously, “Ħuzoors was 49 and Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza was only 6 when they married. If their sex is sacred, why not mine with Durgesh? He is 61 and I’m 28, PhD, better aged, adult and understanding even than Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza herself. Am not I?”
Anxious Nafīsah Salmān talked with me at night when both of us were naked and fucking each other vehemently.
“Naåīmah is deliberately trying to snatch you away from me.”
I smiled.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was deepest inside Nafīsah Salmān’s evertight Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
It was throbbing there wildly with all my Hindutv.
“Don’t worry Nafīsah darling. 25 years ago, when I was only 36, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s another extremely beautiful daughter also offered herself to me. She was almost 20 then.”
“Imāmzādī Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan?”Nafīsah Salmān asked, “I know.”
“She is still in live in relationship with me.”
“Yes, and you have now even seven handsome sons from Tauħīd.”
“25 years of live in relationship with me. Tauħīd is 45 now. She never hated her Ammī for deserting her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
I looked at her gravely and fucked her wildly.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating Nafīsah Salmān’s extremely attractive, Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, deepest.
Nafīsah Salmān was happy.
Yet she cursed her PhD daughter once again silently.
The bitch had succeeded in keeping me away from her for an entire month.
It was her ‘Honeymoon’ with Durgesh.
Honeymoon, my foot!
The bitch wanted her keep away from Durgesh.
She knew her Ammījān was obsessed with Durgesh’s powerful Hindu Sex Kicks.
Nafīsah Salmān was not even normal if she could not get it.
Moreover, Nafīsah Salmān loved Durgesh’s powerful Hindu Sex Kicks into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass too.
Yes, she loved anal sex with Durgesh very much.
How Nafīsah Salmān had pleaded with her husband Imām Muħammad Ħasan for anal sex.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was dumb founded.
Completely flabbergasted.
“What? Anal sex? Are you crazy, Nafīsah Salmān?”
“All my women friends are enjoying anal sex, Ħasan!”
“What?”
“What’s so incredible in it?”
“I can’t even imagine that a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman—”
“Enough!”Nafīsah Salmān raised her right hand.
She could not control herself any longer.
“We Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān women do so many things you idiots can’t even imagine. Stop the hypocrisy now. We were not born in Jannat-e-Firdaus, nor we live in it.” she said furiously.
“You are really a Dr. of Islamic Sciences?”
“You doubt it?” Nafīsah Salmān asked sarcastically, “Why don’t you confirm from Harvard itself?”
“You get these animal desires developed in Harvard?”
“Ħasan, are you mad? It’s normal.”
“No, it’s not normal. Yesterday you wanted to suck me and today—”
“Oral sex is normal as well as the anal sex. You are living in 21st century, not in the seventh, you damnfool.”
“You are rotten, Nafīsah Salmān. The only man who can provide you your desired sex is Durgesh.”
“Shame on you. I am your wife.”
“You are right. I’m immensely ashamed of you that you are my wife.”***
I made it to nearly all of her basketball and volleyball games, even though I was never interested in games personally, and called her every couple of days just to chat.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was a sucker for old heavy metal, and was listening to AC/DC’s “Back in Black.”
When that album finished up, I decided to head inside.
On the way in, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had a craving for pizza, so she figured she’d ask me if we could get some delivered.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an yelled up the stairs but I didn’t answer.
As Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an approached my room, she could hear the shower.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an figured she’d just stand outside the bathroom door and ask me her question.
But the door was open halfway and angled so Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an could see Al Nasīm Al Waħīd and me in the full-length mirror.
The rippled glass of the shower doors afforded little privacy, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an clearly saw I was fucking Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.
Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt very very much.
She was my Al Burrāq.
We both were nude.
I was standing with my hands on my hips proudly.
Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was motioning her extremely beautiful nude gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks back and forth on my glistening Uncut Hindu Prick, standing proudly and visiting her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an jumped back in surprise and shock, standing with her back against the wall as if she was hiding from a crazed killer.
But it was mere seconds before her curiosity lured her back.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly positioned herself to get a view of her naked, obviously horny proud Hindu father.
I was turned sideways and leaning toward the wall of the shower, with my weight almost on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.
Her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was gripping my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly sliding back and forth the glistening shaft.
My was only the third Uncut Hindu Penis Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had seen in her life, but she felt reasonably sure it was about nine inches long and quite thick.
It was in fact my girth that made her want my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an curled her fingers as if holding my Hindu erection, and she wondered if she’d be able to reach all the way around it.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an felt her skin flush with excitement.
Even her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy instantly warmed and sent a small tingle of electricity up her spine.
Her nipples began to harden to stiff little peaks.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was so conflicted!
Here she was peeping in on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd and me like some kind of back-alley pervert.
This was a total invasion of privacy.
And I was me!
But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an couldn’t help her body’s reaction.
As she watched Al Nasīm Al Waħīd leisurely, yet feverishly, swallowing my Uncut Hindu flesh between her extremely smooth thighs, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an ran a hand down and pressed against her mound.
She was quickly getting very hot, and could feel her juices beginning to flow.
Then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an reached up to rub her erect nipples through the thin orange fabric of her bikini.
Her bikini!
I was beating off with thoughts of her!
After all, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had just been lying out in front of me, clad only in a skimpy swimsuit and smoothing lotion all over her bronzing skin.
She pictured her walking back and forth behind the lawnmower, allowing my eyes to wander across her firm flesh with each pass.
The more she considered it, the more she was sure.
I went inside probably 20 minutes before Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an did, and could have been gazing down on her from the bedroom window.
Maybe I fantasized about coming back outside, ripping off her swimsuit and slamming my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight young Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
All at once, she was shocked, embarrassed — and more than a little turned on by that thought.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an scolded herself.
Surely, I was not jerking off to thoughts of incest.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was my half daughter at least.
But what if I was?
Was that so wrong?
After all, I was not her real father.
And was it so wrong that I suddenly wanted to make my fantasy a reality?
We’re both adults now.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wanted to keep watching us, keep lusting after my gorgeous Uncut Hindu Cock until it blasted cum into the Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.
But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an knew that I could easily see her if I simply turned my head.
So Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an snuck back to her room and grabbed a towel before heading to the other shower.
As the scalding water pulsed over her skin, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly ran her hands across her breasts, teasing and pulling at her nipples.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an imagined that those fingers belonged to me.
My hands were rough and strong, but I squeezed her tits ever so gently and told her I looked so beautiful.
I slid those hands down around her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, gripping the cheeks as I worked my thick Uncut Hindu Penis inside her.
As her orgasm approached, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an dropped her head onto my shoulder, urging me to pound her harder and harder.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an opened her eyes and pulled two fingers from her sopping-wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had cum very hard, but was not satisfied.
She needed to be fucked, and it had to be Durgesh.
With only a few days alone with her each month, seduction would be quite a challenge.
But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t stand a chance.
She was convinced that no man would.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was a tall, athletic brunette with perfectly straight hair that fell to her shoulders.
Her breasts were barely a C-cup but just the right size for her body.
Her two previous Hindu boyfriends were fascinated with her nipples.
They get very pointy and very hard when Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was excited, and they were surrounded large, dark pink areolas.
But Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was most proud of her body from the waist down.
Her legs were long, sleek and toned, and they tanned easily.
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass was full and round and looked great in a thong.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an decided her healthy collection of thongs would be a nice weapon to use on me.
From the moment Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an got out of the shower that afternoon, she vowed to wear nothing under her clothes except those skimpy strings.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had to go braless whenever possible.
I was the smartest guy she knew so Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t want to be too overt.
But she just had to find out if her suspicions were true, and at the same time tease me mercilessly.
I did double-take when Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an came downstairs wearing only a long light blue t-shirt.
But her glance was subtle and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t say anything.
All that evening and again Sunday Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an tried to keep a sideways eye on me, hoping to catch me sneaking a peak at the sexy teenaged Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body on display.
But I never did.
Was Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wrong about all this?
The weeks dragged on as Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an went back and forth to University, back and forth between Ammī’s house and her Abbū’s.
It wasn’t until the middle of May that Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized her teasing was noticed.
She went straight from University to my house on Friday afternoon and took advantage of the late-spring sun.
Once again, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an wiggled into her orange bikini and stretched out on the chaise.
I said I had some research to finish on the computer, so I stayed inside.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an suspected I might watch her through the window, so she put on a show.
She took extra time and care applying the sunscreen, making sure I didn’t miss an inch of her warm skin.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an started out lying on her stomach, unhooking the straps of her top and tugging the bikini bottoms slightly into the crack of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass.
When she flipped over, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an “accidentally” lost her grip on the top and allowed her tits to jiggle free for just a moment.
As she settled back, into the chaise, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an realized just how horny she was making herself.
Her nipples were easily visible through the thin swimsuit, and Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an had the urge to rub her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy mound.
Now that Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was turned over, her eyes searched the windows of the house from behind her sunglasses.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t see anything for a moment.
But then she thought she could make out a faint silhouette, a few feet back from my bedroom window.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an didn’t really need any more lotion, but put some on anyway.
Again, she slowly ran her oily hands over her tight little body, hopefully teasing me and definitely teasing herself.
Every few seconds Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an checked the window, and sure enough was able to make out some subtle movement.
Finally, the silhouette disappeared, and the open windows allowed her to hear the shower start up.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an couldn’t take any more.
She had to release her pent-up lust.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an dashed into the house, tiptoed up the stairs and entered my bedroom again.
This time the bathroom door was closed, but Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was too horny and too desperate to see my big Uncut Hindu Dick again.
So Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an slowly turned the knob and opened the door just enough to peek into the shower.
She was at it again.
This time I was leaning again on Al Nasīm Al Waħīd underneath the shower spray.
Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was once again my Al Burrāq.
And I was again fucking her from her behind.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was extremely angry that all her show was being wasted on her Ammījān’s worst enemy.
She seduced me all the time and yet, she was not being rewarded, Al Nasīm Al Waħīd was being rewarded.
Yet even so, Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an was mesmerized as she watched me slowly, patiently work my Uncut Hindu Penis into the warm inviting Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt of Al Nasīm Al Waħīd.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an started to reach for her burning snatch, thinking she might bring herself to orgasm at the same time as me.
But then Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an made a snap decision.
Al Tilāvat Al Qur’an quickly stripped off her bikini and slipped in through the barely open door.
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11
16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12
17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13
18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14
19. A deserving unfaithfulness
20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
23. A secret Smile
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
27. The three pregnants-1
28. The three pregnants-2
29. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1
67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2
68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3
69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4
70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives
71. It all happened just naturally-1
72. It all happened just naturally-2
73. Under Open Sky
75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1
76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2
77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3
78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4
79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5
80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6
81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7
82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8
83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9
84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10
85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11
86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12
87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15
90. The Extent
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession
91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued
92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued
93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession
94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
113. The everincreasing infinite lust
114. The women in my life
115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise
119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1
120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2
121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3
122. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4
123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5
124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1
125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2
126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3
127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4
128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5
129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6
130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7
131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8
132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1
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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1
2. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2
3. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3
4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4
5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5
6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6
7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7
8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8
9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9
10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10
11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11
12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12
13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13
14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1
15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2
16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3
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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:
1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2
3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8
4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1
5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2
6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3
7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4
8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6
14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20
15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46
16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2
19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5
26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42
28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1
29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2
30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3
31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4
32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1
33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4
34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3
35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8
36. Saamved: Mantr 1
38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1
39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10
40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik
41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1
42. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3
43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4
44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6
45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6
46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7
47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8
48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6
49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22
50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25
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