Ahal-Al Bayt-27Posted: August 20, 2010
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never experienced such an immense pleasure.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of incredible pleasure, “Now I know why we Musalmān Beauties die to take you inside us. Durgesh darling, Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Méré Hindu Piyā! None less experienced can give us such an immense incredible pleasure with only the tip of his Prick. They would have ejaculated even a long time ago.”
I smiled and kissed her full on her lips.
For a long time, our lips were locked.
It seemed infinity we were locked to each other thus.
Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had put her arms around my neck.
Both her legs were wrapped around my nude Hindu waist.
Her labial lips were firm in their strong young grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
My open Hindu palms were under her nude soft buttocks.
We were locked together for as if infinity.
Whenever I wanted to pull out, even a bit, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt immediately protested by tightening the pressure of her legs on my waist.
How much more she wanted to enjoy this locked status of us both?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt never moved under me herself, neither allowed me.
Her grip on me was ever strongest.
I had worried for a moment about hurting her if Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wasn’t wet enough, but the second I had lowered my Uncut Hindu Prick to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt that fear had disappeared.
I could hardly believe how wet my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt was flowing, soaking not only my Uncut Hindu Prick and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips but also the comforter Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was laying on.
I closed my eyes as I slid my Uncut Hindu Prick, ultimately, up and down Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s slit.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tasted so good, so sweet with just a little tang.
Honey and tangerine, I decided.
My little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tasted of honey and tangerine.
I fucked gently and was rewarded with a continuous increase of her grips on me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock twitched and jerked as it kept vanishing deepest into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s willing Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard against my Hindu loins, almost fucking me herself.
Her fingers moved unconsciously to her nipples and as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust against my Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt plucked at her nipples too.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the slight pain of her fingering entwine with the pleasure of my Uncut Hindu Prick and groaned loudly.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s groans spurred me on.
I circled her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole again and again and again, knowing that I was teasing her, knowing that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted and needed more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved one hand from a nipple to grasp the back of my ass, trying to push me harder onto her greedy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt thrust her hips against my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.
“Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā!!! Please Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was little more than a groan, her words barely audible, but they were enough.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hole, spearing her with my Uncut Hindu Prick and I began to fuck Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt bucked and jerked under me.
I pressed my hands onto her hips and pressed her to the bed so Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wouldn’t push me off in her excitement.
My Uncut Hindu Prick slid around her inner walls, my loins soaked in her juices as I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasm.
I fucked her harder, faster, wanting to bring her to orgasm quickly.
I needed to bring her to orgasm quickly, because I had resolved not to fuck her with my Uncut Hindu Cock until I had pleasured her completely with it.
And it was a resolution I felt slipping with every passing second, my Uncut Hindu Cock was so hard I could hardly bear it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned her pleasure, one hand plucking harder and harder at her nipple as the other twisted into my hair.
“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend!! Please fuck me!!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s words almost caused me to drive my Uncut Hindu Cock hard into her but I controlled my desire and Uncut Hindu Pricked her harder.
My hands on her hips pressing her hard to me, as I controlled her leaping body.
I felt her spasming intensify and smiling to myself I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick from her depths and swiftly rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty gently before shoving my Uncut Hindu Prick back into her clenching hole and fucking her harder.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the waves of orgasm flow over her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a scream as the nip of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty drove her over the edge.
Both her hands were now on my hips as my Uncut Hindu Prick slammed in and out of her immensely excited, continuously quivering, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lovehole.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pushed against me, her orgasm wracking her body and causing her to flood my Uncut Hindu Prick over and over.
I kept fucking her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so open to me, so wonderful.
My precious little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl was all I wanted.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt came hard and long.
Her body jumped and leapt.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed and flooded.
And her mind was whirling as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt realized what was happening.
I was fucking her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was coming for me.
Gently I withdrew my Uncut Hindu Prick from her honey Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt calmed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed deeply and caressed my hair, loving the way it felt between her fingers.
Her body felt so light, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt as though she could float away and was glad that I was still fucking her down.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt her nipples and Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt ache from use and with contentment.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed once more, happily, and whimpered,
“Abbū’s best friend… that was wonderful… thank you Abbū’s best friend.”
Hearing my precious darling thanking me for her orgasm made me stiffen even more.
My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was so erect I knew that I had to come soon or I would be in pain.
I moved slowly from my position between Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s spread thighs and pulled her to me.
“Now Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, now, I need you more.” My voice was slightly broken and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes as she leant forward slightly to kiss my lips.
“Fuck me, Abbū’s best friend, till we both exist. I love your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick inside me.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.
I nodded mutely.
My arousal was so intense I was no longer capable of speech.
Slowly, carefully I mounted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Her soaked thighs welcomed me as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock to her opening.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt shivered as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cockhead prodding her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more, “I love you there, Abbū’s best friend.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whimpered.
Hearing her words I let out an agonized groan and drove hard into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
In that one thrust I impaled her completely, my full Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her hot, wet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt once more.
Simultaneously we moved, almost as though we had fucked many times before.
Each was knowing how to move together.
Each was thrusting and pushing.
Each wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock buried deepest inside her.
Each wanted to feel her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt clench and tighten around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I pumped my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
I fucked her hard.
I drove into her harder and harder, all thoughts of taking my time gone from the second I felt how welcoming her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was.
Our eyes were locked on each other, watching each other’s reactions as we ground together.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt clenched her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt muscles, trying to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock inside each time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me pull out.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned as she felt me fucking her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned loudly as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt my balls slap against her.
As I moved my mouth to suck and bite on her nipple, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out her pleasure.
As I plunged into her over and again Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt panted and groaned.
Just as I was aware of nothing but the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock being massaged as I fucked her harder and harder.
I felt my Hindu balls tighten and lift and knew that I was moments from orgasm.
I wanted this first time for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to come with me.
I smiled into her eyes as I drove even more savagely into her and lowered my head to bite hard on her already tender nipple.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed as my teeth closed over her tormented nipple and felt her body spasm in her second orgasm.
Seconds later, I grunted loudly as I shot my Hindu Vīrý into Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I felt her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt milk my Uncut Hindu Cock and was amazed that not only had I come twice in the one evening but at the volume of my Hindu Vīrý Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was pulling from me.
As we both calmed, I stroked Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s face as I watched her orgasm subside,
“Thank you darling.” I whimpered as I gathered her into my arms.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled happily and wriggled deeper into my embrace.
“You are mine now darling, mine and no one else’s.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled contentedly as she felt my seed oozing slowly from her gaping, used hole, “Yes Abbū’s best friend.”***
The sound of the front door slamming shut woke Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt from her dreams.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she wriggled deeper into her warm comforter, softly sighing with contentment, still half-asleep.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt so relaxed as though Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was floating on a cloud.
And, in many ways, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so happy that I loved her as much as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt cuddled closer into my side, the heat of my body so comforting.
The weight of my arm, slung over her body as we slept, was so reassuring.
Right at This moment, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt happier and safer than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had in her life.
This was what Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted, to be in my arms as we slept together, sated from our intense lovemaking.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was startled to full wakefulness as she heard the sound of cupboard doors in the kitchen downstairs being slammed closed.
Jumping to a sitting position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant down over sleeping me, “Abbū’s best friend! Abbū’s best friend!” Her whimpered words frantic as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to rouse me, “Abbū’s best friend! You have to get up!”
Slowly my eyes fluttered open and I reached up to hook her waist with my hand and started to pull Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s lips to mine, “Abbū’s best friend! Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is home!”
My dark eyes widened.
I leapt from her bed and scrabbled for my clothes.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she watched, seeing her Abbū’s handsome best friend scrabble in the dim lamplight for my clothes.
Grabbing my jeans, and foregoing my shorts, I pulled them on, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt , I am so sorry! This should never have happened!”
Sitting in her bed, the comforter around her waist, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as she heard me speak.
“Abbū’s best friend, nonsense! It was perfect. I love you so much for it. You’ve to fuck me now till I do exist. To hell with Ammījān, even. I’m not afraid of her even a bit.”
My eyes lingered for a long moment on her naked Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, her nipples already peaking under my gaze.
“Okay,” I smiled, “If that’s what you want, it was perfect darling. And I love you too.”
We looked into each other’s eyes, smiling as we shared a moment of intimate recognition of each other.
There was a creak from the bottom step of the staircase and the magic of the moment was broken.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped from her bed and grabbed my shorts, shoving them under her pillow as I pulled my shirt over my head.
I turned from Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and walked towards the door; paused and turning back put my hand on the back of her and pulled her to me.
“Later darling, later.” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt whispered.
Nevertheless, I kissed her deeply.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her mouth as I slid a hand down to cup one of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.
Then I was gone.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood, naked, in the middle of her bedroom floor.
So much had happened in just a few hours.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had loved every moment of it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become a woman.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become mine.
Trying to ignore the muted, angry voices coming from her parent’s bedroom Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt reached for her pyjamas.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tossed them into the wicker laundry basket in the bottom of her closet and walked across the floor to her drawers.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt opened the drawers and took out a clean pair of pyjamas and put on the top, leaving the shorts in the drawer.
Climbing back into bed, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard the voices grow louder as the argument escalated.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pursed her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and nestled under the comforter.
The dent in her pillow, made by my head, caused her heart to clench.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wriggled trying to get comfortable, using the pillow and comforter to cover her ears.
She was trying to block out the sounds of her parent’s fight.
She was continuously resisting now her urge to run to me.
In her attempts to get comfortable one of her hands slid under the pillow.
Her fingers felt the material of my shorts.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled them out and held them to her face, her hot tears of frustration at the now blazing row in the room next door soaking the fabric.
A door slamming made her jump and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt heard her Abbū shouting,
“No! This time I am leaving!”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s heart stopped as she heard her Abbū’s words.
Surely, her Abbū wasn’t leaving.
How could he leave?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay rigid in her bed, listening to her parents, the hated filled words of their argument were shaking her to her core but second to the fear that her Abbū was, indeed, leaving.
Surely, he wouldn’t leave her.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t bear it if he left.
A deep sob wracked her body, her emotions raw from all that had taken place that evening.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt clutched my shorts to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts and felt the burn of her tears as they streamed down the sides of her face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay on her side.
The fighting continued, the words unheard by Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the pain of her fear claw at her.
Then silence as the door to her parent’s bedroom was slammed shut with such force the house rattled.
The sobs subsiding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned to face the door, straining to hear any movements.
But there were none.
There was nothing but silence.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t understand what was happening.
There had been a fight, a door slammed, but no one had gone down the stairs.
What was going on?
And more importantly, was her Abbū alright?
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lay for five agonizing minutes, watching the hands on her old fashioned alarm clock ticking away each second.
Finally, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t bear it anymore and quietly got out of bed.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt grabbed her robe from the hook on the door and put it on, tying the sash with a loose knot.
Pressing her ear to the door Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt listened for any sounds, but there were none.
Slowly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt turned the door handle and eased the door open.
Peering out Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could see nothing in the gloom of the night.
The lights downstairs were off and the only illumination was that cast through the crack of her door from the dim lamp.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, you should be in bed.”
The tones were enough to startle Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a small yelp of surprise.
Opening the door wider Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was able to make out the figure of me sitting on the top step of the staircase.
Looking quickly to the door of her parent’s bedroom and seeing that there was no light shining from under it Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved quietly across the hall to sit by me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant against my side and rested her head on my shoulder,
“I am sorry Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt treats my Abbū that way, Abbū’s best friend.” Her whispers were only just reaching my ear.
“It’s, of course, her fault,” I said gravely, “yet it isn’t all her fault, darling. It really isn’t.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt lifted her head to look at my face.
“But Abbū’s best friend…” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was cut off by me placing a finger over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, despite everything, despite what has happened tonight between us, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is still your Ammījān and I can’t let you think it is all her fault. It just happened…” I said and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed a kiss to the finger I still held over her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Is my Abbū really leaving, Abbū’s best friend?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s voice was small and she held her breath as she waited for my answer.
“No. How can he leave now?” My eyes burned into hers as we sat closely together on the step, “How can he ever leave you, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt?”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had brought her Abbū back from the brink of despair.
For months, he had been in a place he had struggled to keep control of.
Now, with Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s love, I could see a point in his life, a future.
Smiling happily, her heart pounding as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt understood the implications of my words; Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant forward to kiss my lips softly.
The kiss was soft and gentle.
A sweet kiss of promise and love.
Hugging her, I looked at her.
My eyes were full of love for my sweet 19, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt,
“But what have I done? Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, It’s actually you who did it, darling. I would never have taken advantage of you like This.”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled softly and leaning towards me, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips brushing my ear, whimpered,
“But Abbū’s best friend, it’s not any advantage of me you would have taken. It is our human right. It was always meant to be. I love you. Never see my newly acquired adulthood. You’ve fucked me now till our heart’s content. Tell me truthfully, who is more aggressive in our love making always, you or I?”
“Of course you but—”
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt interrupted me in the middle.
“Then isn’t it my need initially, not yours?”
“Darling, I need you for me, even if you don’t. Can’t you see it even now?”
Her words tore a groan from me.
I wrapped a fist in her long, loose hair and used it to pull her hard towards me.
This kiss was not soft.
This kiss was hard.
This kiss was claiming the promise.
“Suck me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, suck me now.” I smiled.
Mutely Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid down three steps and turned to kneel facing me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled at me as she reached towards the button, the zip of my jeans, and unfastened them.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang towards her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt giggled softly as she stuck the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out and licked the head of my everhardest Uncut Hindu Penis.
I put my hands behind, leant back, and gave her greater access of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
We both were moaning now almost in unison, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked me and I felt the softness of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue teasing my Uncut Hindu Cock to swell even more.
“I am not as young as I was, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.” I smiled, “I have already come twice tonight. I don’t think I’d come again so soon now. But I want to feel your extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Prick. I love it. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt .. Your my Uncut Hindu Prick sucking…”
My words trailed off as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ran her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Nonsense, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! You are the unique one who is everyoung. You never age.”
“You are mad for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.
“Mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at me impishly, “Yes! You are right my Hindu Kħasam. Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, I’m mad for your Uncut Hindu Lund, because I’m made for your Uncut Hindu Lund only:
‘Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,
Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.’”
“I’m sure you don’t mean it, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt!”
‘Mad for you, made for you all Muslimah Beauties,
Fuck us, love us, sodomise us, we are your Cuties.”
“You both the Ammī and daughter are crazy for my Uncut Hindu Lund.”I smiled.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned when she tasted her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice on my Hindu shaft.
Closing her eyes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took my Uncut Hindu Cockhead into her warm, wet mouth and suckled gently.
One of my hands came to caress her hair as I watched Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licking and sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My pretty little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl had my Uncut Hindu Cockhead in her mouth and was driving me almost insane with desire.
Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue swirled over my Uncut Hindu Cockhead as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her head down, taking more of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
Licking and sucking, she looked up and saw my eyes were fixed on her, my expression one of pure Hindu pleasure.
Sliding her mouth up and down my hard Uncut Hindu Cock Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel every ridge and vein and when her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips circled my Uncut Hindu Cockhead Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt couldn’t contain her desire and need to run her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved the softness of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, the feeling on her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips so exciting that her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt spasmed each time.
Feeling the saliva in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth build up, for my incredible Uncut Hindu Prick, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt started to slide up and down my Hindu length faster and faster.
Her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue was busy the whole time as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt swirled it over every wonderful inch of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My hand on her hair was driving her to please me more and more.
Giggling softly she looked up at me and told me that ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed more practice’.
I looked at her seriously and said,
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled her thanks to me,
“Thank you, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! We all Musalmān Beauties are deeply indebted to you. None else has done for us ever what you are doing for us entire Musalmān Beauties. Fuck us all, Hindu darling, and enjoy.”
There was silence for a moment as we, all the three, looked into each other’s eyes.
Then smiling sweetly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I shook my head and laughed quietly, my hand still on her hair.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sank her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Hindu erection, taking more into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth than Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt ever had before.
The tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock touched the back of her throat and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gagged, pulling her beautiful head off once more.
Her blue eyes were full of tears, a reflex to her gag.
One trickled down her right cheek and I moved my hand to brush the tear away with the pad of my thumb.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved her head back down and licked every inch of my Hindu shaft, and then kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock carefully all over.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wrapped her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Cockhead and very slowly slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down.
Pausing for a moment to calm her breathing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked up into my eyes then forced her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth down hard over my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt took every inch of me into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, my Uncut Hindu Cockhead filling her throat.
Tears flooded her eyes once more and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt fought her gag reflex for a moment with her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips locked tightly around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Blinking I watched as she deep throated my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I knew how much this was costing her and I was choked with emotion, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was doing this for me, for my pleasure.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the root of my Uncut Hindu Cock before pulling her head up, her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips clamped tightly around my Hindu thickness.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt swirled her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue over the vein on the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock, swirling and dancing the tip of me, then licking with the flat of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue.
I shook my head as I realized that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt continued to lick and suck me in this way I would come again, for the third time over the past few hours.
That knowledge amazed me, I couldn’t remember the last time I had managed such a feat.
But then, I reflected, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so aroused.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving me a new lease of life in many ways.
They all did.
Yes, every extra ordinary extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauty did give me a new lease of life in many ways.
1. By kissing me,
2. By licking me,
3. By sucking me,
4. By fucking me and
5. By making me even to sodomise them.
Yes, they were right.
I never age.
But it’s not my own miracle.
It’s their own miracle.
They kept me everyoung for them,
1. By kissing me,
2. By licking me,
3. By sucking me,
4. By fucking me and
5. By making me even to sodomise them.***
The sensations of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s teasing my Uncut Hindu Prick filled my mind and with a groan, I pulled her head deep onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I knew I had to release her and reluctantly let her pull her head up.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth over my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping and choking.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
My first feeling was excitement to see her almost choke on my Hindu erection.
Immense Self Pride flooded through me a mere heartbeat later.
My Hindu arousal due to it was such that for one selfish moment I ignored it.
Viciously twisting my hand into her long blonde hair I pulled her head down hard onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust my hips hard, fucking her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, her throat.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled and her struggles excited me even more.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to move her head, but my vice like grip kept her in place.
Her breathing was almost impossible and the tears filling her eyes blurred her vision.
The tears streaming down her face were burning just as her throat was burning with my frantic Hindu fucking.
She could never believe I was really 61.
I had incredible infinite lust to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
And the more incredible miracle was, my lust for Musalmān Beauties was still increasing endlessly the more I fucked them.
‘Marz bađhtā hī gayā, jyon jyon davā kī.’
I could never age.
I could never age.
And it was a blessing not for me only, also for entire Musalmān Beauties too.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt I released her head and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Cock, gasping for breath.
A second spurt of my hot come splashed into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt desperately drew air into her lungs, and I filled her ravenous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my spurting Uncut Hindu Prick.
A third jet landed on her throat again as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pulled her head back in surprise.
I watched as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slowly calmed her breathing.
She was horrified, yet extremely delighted, at what I had just done.
I had forced my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her throat again.
I had held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt in place while I had used her for my own selfish needs.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard before.
Tears were still streaming down her face, come sliding over her face, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked up at me.
Her eyes were wide with utmost incredibility she actually enjoyed practically.
What a man at 61!
What a man at 61!
He couldn’t be 61.
He appeared 28 only ever, never 61.
We looked at each other for a long moment before I reached out one hand and stroked her hair.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes and pressed her head into my hand.
All was well between us.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed happily, as she saw me smile.
Teasingly, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt slid the tip of her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue out of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth and tried to catch some of my Hindu come.
I chuckled as I watched.
Kħadījah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt scooped some of my seed up on two of her fingers and held them to her daughter’s crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips.
Opening her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sucked greedily.
Watching her eat my come so eagerly, I felt a stirring in my almost flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock.
I shook my head as I wondered what I had done to deserve such pleasure.
“Sorry darling.” Her eyes burned into my as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt just looked at me, her head on one side, her greedy, ravenous, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tongue licking her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips, seeking more of my Hindu come.
“What for, Abbū’s best friend?”
“Hurting you darling.”
“I wanted it, Abbū’s best friend.” Her eyes told me Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was speaking the truth.
Before I could reply, a sound from the bedroom I shared with her Ammījān caused us both to start.
We were mere feet from the door and if it was opened it would be impossible to explain away the fact that I was sitting with my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my jeans and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt between my thighs.
My come on her lips would be the icing on the cake.
Standing up, I pulled Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt to her feet,
“Come darling, I think you need a shower.”
Lifting her gently in my arms, I cradled her as I carried her back into her bedroom, kicking the door quietly closed behind us as I made for her en-suite.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed contentedly, knowing Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was mine and that I would keep her safe always.
The warmth of my Hindu body relaxed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt as I carried her in my arms across her bedroom floor.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt licked her crimson, quivering, passionate, extremely beautiful, Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lips and smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tasted my Hindu cum once more.
Just a few minutes ago I had held her head in place, as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt struggled to get free, fucking her throat until I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out to come into her mouth.
For a few moments Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had panicked; fear induced by my vice like grip on her head and by her inability to breathe.
But that fear had subsided when she looked up and saw my face.
A Hindu man who needed release.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt wanted me to have it.
When my Hindu Vīrý had splashed into her mouth it had startled her.
It was the first time Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ever watched and simultaneously experienced an Uncut Hindu Cock spasm and shoot come.
The feel of me, the pure force, as it hit into her mouth had surprised her.
It had also aroused her and now as I carried her to the shower Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt could feel hot wet the material of her robe was.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had become so aroused, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt had flooded and soaked her robe.
My forced use of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth had scared her and also aroused her.
As I had thrust into her throat Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had ground her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt hard onto her heel, feeling the hardness ease her need enough to allow her to concentrate just on my pleasure.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt blushed as she thought of a recurring fantasy Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had once had.
Being forced to submit to a Hindu.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had always been a “good extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl” and being forced to submit to a Hindu, took away her responsibility for whatever happened, even when she enjoyed it more than the Hindu himself.
Of course, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had never been in such a situation.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was too cautious and sensible for that; but the fantasy had always been there.
And tonight I had; albeit unknowingly; fulfilled that fantasy, at least in part.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt nestled into my chest, her face pressed to me, my heartbeat in her ear.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt sighed contentedly and rubbed her face against my chest. I chuckled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moved,
“Feeling good, darling?”
Nodding, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled happily.
I reached the door of her en-suite and pushed open the door to the small room.
Setting her carefully onto her feet in the middle of the room, I stepped back from her and smiled into her eyes.
“Are you sure you are ok, sweetie? I was pretty rough with you out there.” My voice cracked slightly as I recalled my selfish use of my pretty darling.
“Yes Abbū’s best friend!” Rising onto her tiptoes Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kissed me softly on my Hindu lips, “I already told you that!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled into my eyes, wanting me to understand that whatever I did was perfect with her.
Smiling down at her, seeing her sparkling eyes and soft lips, I couldn’t resist reaching out to brush a stray tendril of her honey blonde hair from her face.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was so precious and I was so grateful for the gift Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had given me.
The gift of herself.
I felt tears of utmost gratitude flood my eyes, emotional that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was giving herself me so freely.
We just couldn’t stop fighting.
It was getting worse and when I had told Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt earlier that I should leave, I had meant it.
But I had also meant it when I asked her; in response to her frightened question of whether I meant it, how I could leave now.
I knew I could never leave Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Looking to the side I lifted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s hairbrush and smiling at her teasingly said,
“Now young lady, turn around. Your hair is a mess!”
Giggling, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt obeyed and stood still while I started to run the brush through her slightly tangled mane.
I marveled at how soft it was, how it seems to sparkle and shine like spun gold in the light.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt the brush on her hair and sighed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let me take care of her.
It felt so good to have me brush her hair.
It felt so good to be so cared for.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt moaned softly, enjoying the tingles that ran from her scalp over her body as the brush worked out the small tangles and brushed her hair to a shine.
After a few moments, I felt a twinge in my Hindu crotch once more.
I shook my head as I mocked myself mentally,
“There is no chance bud” I thought to myself.
I swatted her right ass cheek gently with the back of the brush before setting it aside to put my hands on Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s shoulders.
I gently started to massage her shoulders.
I knew that the position Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had been in on the stairs had put pressure on her shoulders and neck and I wanted to ease it.
Gently my fingers worked out the knots that had built up in her muscles.
I felt her react to my touch, a slight jump as I found a tender spot, a slump when I worked it free.
Smiling, I worked gently, enjoying the sounds of her moans and mews.
I slid my hands down her spine, the silk of her robe slippery under my fingers.
I moved my hands around her waist, enjoying the feel of her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stepped back against me.
Deftly I untied the loose knot holding the sash of her robe open and stepped back, chuckling as I heard her groan of protest, and eased the robe from her body.
“No panties, my sweet one?”
My fingers slid up her stomach, pulling her tank top over her head.
I smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt obediently raised her arms, without speaking, to let me remove her clothes.
Resisting the temptation to cup her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pressed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass into my throbbing Hindu crotch, I tutted at her softly and pushed her forward a step before running my hands down over her stomach.
I loved the way her soft skin felt so warm and smooth on my fingers.
I loved the feel of the little diamante belly stud as my thumb dragged over it.
My body reacted to the feel of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks cupped in my hands, tingles and shivers running over me and my Uncut Hindu Cock spasming in my jeans.
Shaking my head at my wishful thinking I ran my hands up the length of her spine and back to her shoulders and neck where I concentrated on making sure there were no tender spots or knots.
“I am going to massage you constantly, darling.”
Putting my mouth down to her ear I continued, “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
My Uncut Hindu Prick flicked over her earlobe and traced the outline of her ear as my fingers dug a little harder into her tight muscles.
I kissed her earlobe gently then blew on the moisture, teasing her and getting a little moan of need in response.
I chuckled lightly and moved my mouth from her ear.
Throwing her head back Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt let out a moan as my magic fingers worked out all the pressure in her shoulders and neck,
“Mmm, Abbū’s best friend, that feels so good.”
Her whole body was relaxing in response to the activity of my active Hindu fingers.
I smiled as I kissed the top of her head.
Finishing my massage, I ran my hands gently over her shoulders and back, down to her sweet ass.
I really couldn’t get enough of Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s ass, I reflected.
I squeezed her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass playfully and then took my hands away, only to lightly swat her right ass cheek.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped and yelped in mock pain, turning to face me,
“That hurt!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pouted, batting her eyelashes at me.
I shook my head as I laughed at her antics.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt made me so very happy, in so many ways I thought.
“Right, missy!” I pretended to scold her, “You have been a very dirty extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl tonight and I think you need a good wash!”
I made to grab Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt and missed as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt squealed with delight and darted out of reach to the other side of the bathroom.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt stood there naked, giggling, no trace of self-consciousness.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt no need to hide her nude body from me.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt loved me as my woman and knew I loved her too that way.
And Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed watching my eyes roam over her.
Looking stern, I moved across the room and captured her in my arms, lifting her from the floor.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt kicked and struggled, playing with me as I carried her to the shower cubicle.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt giggled and protested as I dumped her unceremoniously into the shower.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched as I turned the water to cold, her eyes widening.
“You wouldn’t! Would you?” The certainty in her initial statement was waning with her question.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was answered with a sudden, shocking jet of water.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed in protest, her skin dimpling and her nipples peaking instantly.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tried to move from the jets of cold water pounding down onto her body but she was held in place by me.
I chuckled as I watched her squirm and struggle; turned off the cold water with one hand as with the other I shucked off my shirt and jeans.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt standing shivering as she watched me undress.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt shuddered with cold as I stepped into the cubicle beside her.
I turned the knobs controlling the water temperature and now warm water was flowing gently over her body.
I reached up to angle the showerhead so the water landed on her forehead, just on her hairline, as I tilted her head back and kissed her hard.
The kiss totally distracted her and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt melted into my Hindu arms.
Both her arousal and the warm water were raising her body temperature.
The stream of water flowing onto her hairline made her shiver, sending tingles throughout her body.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was probing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, arousing her.
Slowly I broke the kiss and pulled away.
I smiled at her and lifted a large, natural sponge from the small bench.
I rubbed it over her belly, in small circular motions; the water soaking into the dry sponge making it soft as it was trailed over her stomach.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt closed her eyes and stood enjoying the sensations of the water tingling over her body, the way it hit her hairline was so relaxing and the movements of the sponge adding to the hedonism of the moment.
Moaning softly Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt all tension melt from her, the shock of the cold water, just moment earlier, made this even more erotic and Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me moving the sponge up over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
“Darling, I am going to wash you, every inch of you.” My words were coming as I opened a bottle of body wash and holding it over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts dripped the contents onto her skin.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt opened her eyes to watch as the white, creamy liquid dripped slowly onto her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt watched it start to flow from the bottle, coating her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts; her nipples peeking through the slick covering.
I began slowly to move the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, the lotion lathering as I made circular movements.
The suds were slipping down her body with the flow of water.
As I moved the sponge over her body Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt mutely followed my directions; raising her arms one by one, then turning as I washed her back.
The sponge, nudging between her legs, drew a moan from her as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt felt me slide the sponge over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips and down the skin of her inner thighs.
Every moment was both pleasure and torture.
Every moment filled with the weight of our unspoken words, heavy with our joint desire.
The sponge held in one hand, still moving it over her body, I reached between her legs with my other hand.
I used two fingers to hold her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Slit open as I eased my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down between her folds.
I watched her eyes glaze over as I ran my tip over her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty.
Smiling to myself as I enjoyed her instantaneous reaction to my touch I continued to circle her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clitty before moving to press my Uncut Hindu Penis hard onto it.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gasped as she started to come around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her legs buckled and I caught her in my strong Hindu arms, supporting her as the spasms of her orgasm weakened her.
Feeling her calm, I ran the sponge over her body once more, enjoying watching her reaction to the sponge.
Finally, I set the sponge aside and watched as the water flowed over her soapy body, rinsing her clean.
I smiled as I watched her blink as some water got into her eyes and I reached a thumb out to wipe the water from her eye.
Wrapping my arms around her, I whimpered words of love and promise.
I reached for another bottle and poured some of the liquid onto my palm before carefully applying it to her long hair.
Lovingly I lathered the shampoo, washing her hair, my fingers slipping through it as I made sure to take care not to get any into her eyes.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt leant against my Hindu chest as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt enjoyed every second of this unique attention.
My chest felt so broad and strong against her back.
She didn’t want the moment ever to end.
Letting the water wash the suds from her hair I sighed as I felt her body pressed tight against mine.
I slid my hands onto her shoulders and down over her arms, loving our shape.
My hands caught hers and our fingers entwined as we stood leaning against each other in the stream of warm water.
Pulling away slowly from her again, I reached for the conditioner.
Filling my palm with the thick crème, I ran my fingers through her hair, pausing as I came to a tangle, feeling her tense as though afraid I would pull her hair.
Making soothing noises I worked the tangle out gently and ran my fingers through her hair again to ensure each strand was coated.
Once more, I held Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt close as the water rinsed her hair of the lotion.
I closed my eyes, inhaling her scent as I allowed my hands blindly to move over her body.
I struggled with my thoughts.
I knew that what we had shared was wrong in the eyes of traditional Musalmān society.
I knew that, according to them, I should never have known Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt this intimately by the rules of the culture the Musalmeen lived in.
But actually, it had felt so right, so natural.
And it was.
It did feel so right.
As Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had said, it felt as though it was meant to be.
It felt as though it had always been destined.
I shook my head as I laughed at This notion.
I had never believed in destiny.
But, yet, This felt so good.
Surely, something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.
I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt had meant it when Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt said ‘Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt is yours, Durgesh, forever.’
I knew that Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt would not end This.
I knew that if it were to end it would be up to me to do so.
And I could never do it.
I was a Hindu.
My fingers bit into her waist.
I couldn’t do that to her.
I could never hurt her that way.
I couldn’t hurt my little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl so badly.
Neither I wanted it to be ever.
Not now, I had tasted us; not now, I had tasted Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
For better or worse, now we had started this, it would continue till we both exist.
Smiling gravely to myself, I acknowledged my Hindu decision.
One of the hardest I had ever had to contemplate and one I was entirely sure was right.
My body, my heart, my soul told me it was right, that this love was right.
It was right for me and right for Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.
Hugging her hard I leant down and whimpered in her ear that it was the time to get out of the shower.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at me over her shoulder, pulling a face as Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt protested my decision.
Chuckling at her expression, I flicked her nose gently with a finger, and attacked her without any ultimatum.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed out of sheer sexual bliss as I made her my nude mare on her all fours, under the running shower, rode her from her behind, and entered her eagerly anticipating warm Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah! Allaaaaah, my darling, Durgesh, that’s greeeeeeeeeeeat. Fuck me. Fuccccccccccccccccccck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, please! Make this love session as loooooong as we exist.”
I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund till only its head remained into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot, and than invaded her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot again with such a brutal Hindu force she never experienced before.
Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt screamed,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”
She was kissing me madly.
She was urging me to fuck her harder more and more, deepest.
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110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30
114. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-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
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
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
35. Saamved: Mantr 1