Just Eighteen Just Adult:18

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 18

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Vaqār
Durgesh Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār

I twisted round to see the owner of the voice.
She was a woman in her late forties, with hair the same shade of auburn as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār and wearing a long silk dressing gown.

“Ammī! What are you doing here?” exclaimed Al Fātimah Al Vaqār as she covered her breasts with one arm and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the other. “I thought you were in Suffolk!”

“Your Abbū was acting like a spoiled child again so I decided to come home,” replied the woman who I now knew to be Lady Al Vaqār Snr. “And what do I come home to? My daughter acting like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut for a Hindu and using my house like some kind of knocking shop! Get to your room at once − I’ll deal with you later!”

“Oh, lillāh, for God’s sake Ammī, I am an adult, you know.”

“Don’t answer me back young lady!” This was a woman who was not used to being disobeyed. “This is my house and I won’t have it being used like a brothel! Now go to your room as I ordered!”

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār looked at me, her cheeks bright red with anger, surprise and shame.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and with that she got up and ran from the room, hands still covering her Musalmān modesty.

I then stood up, heart pounding in my chest from the sex and the disturbance, my hands still not covering my still not deflating Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Please forgive me Madam,” I smiled admiringly. “I suppose I ought to be going too.”

I was half expecting the formidable woman in front of me to whip out a kitchen knife from beneath that dressing gown and set about my manhood with it.

“You stay right where you are, young man.” The authority she projected was mesmerising: I felt compelled to oblige her. “You have some questions to answer before you’re going anywhere.”

She walked up to me with one finger poked me in the chest.
I sat down on the sofa.
She towered above me, her red hair seeming almost aflame.
She had her hands crossed beneath her breasts which had the effect of lifting them and revealing a most impressive cleavage.
It was clear to see where Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had inherited her beauty from, although she was a nymph and her Ammī was 100% Amazon.

“So,” she barked, “you think you can go around shagging innocent Musalmān girls with impunity, do you?”

“I’m sorry,” I smiled gravely, “I didn’t realise we were doing anything wrong.”

“When it’s my daughter and in my house, then it most certainly is,” she retorted. “Now: uncover your Uncut Hindu Lund. I need to see if you might have damaged her.”

“Madam!”, I smiled, “I assure you no damage was done!”

Her voice became more icy: “I’ll be the judge of that. Now show me your Uncut Hindu Lund before I call the police!”

Hollow though her threats certainly were, I could not help but do as she asked.
I was somewhat mischievous too.
As if hypnotised even.
To tell the truth, I was starting to be more than a little turned on by being told what to do by her, despite my nudity.
I lifted my Uncut Hindu Lund, to present it for her inspection.
It was still swollen from its earlier exertions.

She stood for several seconds, staring at my exposed genitals, and then her gaze returned to my face.

“Make yourself hard.” There was steel in her voice.

“I’m not sure if I can,” I answered. “I’m in a bit of a state of caution at the moment.”

“If you don’t, young man, I shall not be answerable for the consequences! Now do as I asked and make yourself hard!”

I wondered how many maids and footmen had trembled in fear at that voice, but I felt a strange compulsion to face the situation.

“Perhaps I could, if I were given some assistance,” I ventured.

“Oh yes,” she glowered, “and what sort of assistance might you be talking about?”

“Well: you have a magnificent figure yourself, madam. Perhaps if you were to reveal some of it to me that would relieve some of the tension that’s stopping me from performing to your required standard.”

I deliberately executed my bravado:
was I really asking the Ammī of the girl I’d been fucking not ten minutes previously to strip in front of me?

“Don’t try to flatter your way out of this situation, my boy. However I do need to make sure that my little girl was not harmed. If this is what is required, then so be it.”

And with that, she undid the belt of her dressing gown and slipped it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
I couldn’t help but think of the similarity between that move and that of her daughter’s earlier, when I removed her dress in the hall, and this alone was enough to start my Uncut Hindu Lund stirring towards tumescence.
What I saw in front of me only served to increase the stirrings.

She was wearing a silk baby-doll negligee, largely sheer but with artful embroidery that covered enough to leave room for the imagination.
Her hourglass figure was stunning, with an athleticism that was clearly the result of hours spent in the gym.
Her breasts, though unsupported, rode high on her chest but appeared to be all her own; the negligee revealed a cavernous cleavage that I was already envisaging slipping my Uncut Hindu Lund between.

“I see this is having the intended effect,” she smiled, looking down at my rapidly growing phallus, “but perhaps we can move things forward yet more quickly.”

She turned round to face away from me, and smiled with a glint in her eye as she looked over her shoulder.
Then she parted her legs a little, leant forward and lifted the bottom of the negligee up to reveal the most incredibly plump and rounded bum cheeks I had ever had the privilege of seeing in my life recently.
My eyes were grave now as I viewed them and the silken sheer knickers that covered them.
The cleft of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks was clearly visible; the gusset of the knickers was opaque and denied me a view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Despite this, my Hindu manhood was standing to full attention, all eight fat inches of it.

She took one of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in each hand and began massaging them through her pants, still leaning forward all the while.
As she moved her hands away from each other I swore I was able to see the puckered ring of her anus, but at this point it was difficult to tell if this was dream or reality.
Although I hadn’t touched my Uncut Hindu Lund since she’d asked me to take my hands away from it, it felt like I was about to release my load at any point, and so powerfully that I would have shot myself in the eye.

She stood up again and turned back to face me.

“This is worrying.” she opined. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an Uncut Hindu Lund this big in the flesh, so to speak. A girl of my daughter’s inexperience could almost certainly be harmed by having it penetrate her.”

I didn’t stop to analyse where this crazy talk was coming from − I was too flattered, for a start.
She continued.

“You, Sir, should not be having sex with young girls such as my daughter. Only a mature Musalmān woman has the necessary experience and skill to handle a Hindu weapon like the one you wield.”

“I’m not sure…,” I began, but she kneeled in front of me, leant forward and silenced me with a “shhh!” and a finger pressed to my lips.
Leaning back again, my huge, rock-hard Hindu erection was now inches from her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She looked down at it, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth directly above it, and let a large gobbet of drool fall from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my raging purple Uncut Hindu Lund-head.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār watched with clear pleasure in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes as the saliva enveloped my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund and massaged the liquid into my shaft and glans.
Without ceremony Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār dived down onto my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, taking it straight to the back of her throat in one easy motion.
I felt her soft spongy breasts squashed against my legs as she raised her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes to look in mine, and I realised that she must be able to taste her daughter on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Was she aware of this, I wondered?
With my full Hindu length still impaling her, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār took hold of my arms and ushered me to her feet.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was playing wild tricks inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, seeming to explore every millimetre of my Uncut Hindu Lund from urethra to the base of my balls.
How Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was able to do this with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth stretched so wide was a mystery to me, and it was no surprise when she eventually came up for air, even if it were only to say,
“Fuck my ardent Musalmān mouth, you Hindu idiot!”

Once more I obliged Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār.
I took hold of her by the hair and proceeded to pound my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth without regard.
With my each Hindu stroke Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār gagged, and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were watering, but the way she scratched her nails across the cheeks of my arse made it clear that she was not wanting me to stop.
At that point Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār gave me an experience I had never before had recently:
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār splayed my cheeks with her hand and I felt the touch of her finger at my anus.
The pleasure was almost unbearable and, after the initial precaution, served only to make me pound yet harder upon her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Eventually Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār could take no more and pulled away from my Uncut Hindu Lund, replacing it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with first one, then the other, and then both of my swollen testicles.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār sucked on them like they were toffee apples, caressing my buttocks all the while and pausing only to lubricate my Uncut Hindu Lund with her saliva as she wanked it with her spare hand.

By now, my Uncut Hindu Lund was virtually numb from the fucking it had done this evening, and although I was turned on like I had never been before, I was not afraid of coming except when I wanted to.
I felt like a veritable sex god.

“Did my daughter suck your Uncut Hindu Lund as well as me?” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār asked.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, this is one sexy woman!” I thought. “A gentleman doesn’t make such judgements,” I responded to her. “Let’s just say no-one could do it better.”

“Very well,” she went on. “How do her tits compare to mine?”

With that, she removed her hands from me, and slipped off the shoulder straps of her negligee, revealing the most magnificent pair of breasts.
They were large − probably a 36DD − but with no sign of sagginess.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār squeezed them together to accentuate the cleavage yet further, and then lifted one up to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth in order to tongue the nipple.
As she released the breast, I took them both in my hands and felt their heft.

“They are amazing, perfect even,” I told her, and I wasn’t lying. “May I fuck them?”

“You may.”

Once more Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār drooled on my Uncut Hindu Lund, leaving a string of saliva between it and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, which only broke as she then lubricated her own cleavage with her saliva, leaving her tits wet and sticky.
She rubbed the saliva into them, took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and introduced its tip to her nipples, each in turn.
Pre-cum left each nipple glossy as the rubbing made them erect.
Then, still on her knees in front of me, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār put my Uncut Hindu Lund between her fantastic orbs and squeezed them around it.
I began thrusting up and down between her tits.
At the top of each stroke Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār licked the pre-cum from my Uncut Hindu Lund, occasionally allowing its tip to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
The tantalising warm wetness of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth felt even more erotic than when I was rampantly fucking it, but I wasn’t about to blow my load now, not even as she put her saliva on my Uncut Hindu Lund once more to keep it properly lubricated.

“Now,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār said, removing my Uncut Hindu Lund from the clutches of her breasts, “I need to be sure whether this Uncut Hindu Lund of yours really is too big for my girl.”

She stood up and slipped the negligee off her body, leaving her standing in just those sheer knickers.
Standing on tip-toe, Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār took hold of the back of my neck, pulled my face towards hers and kissed me passionately.
Our tongues entwined as they explored the inside of each other’s mouths; Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār moaned with pleasure as I squeezed her voluptuous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, having slipped my hands inside her underwear in order to do so.
I massaged those firm and ripe arse cheeks, from time to time touching her between them and naughtily allowing their tips to touch her intimate hole.
With our lips still locked together, I removed her knickers from her hips, allowing them to fall to the floor.

I broke the kiss.

“Let me look at you,” I requested, took a step back and gazed in awe at her sheer mature Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.

Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was athletic yet with a softness that made her body even more sexy than it otherwise would have been.
Her perfectly formed breasts and slightly rounded belly were set above a neatly trimmed bush and I could see that − just like her daughter − the area around her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was completely bare.
Averting her gaze, for a moment Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār seemed almost shy as I took in the wonderful sight, but then she broke that spell.

“If you don’t put your Uncut Hindu Lund in me now I’ll break it off!” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār barked. “Come here!”

Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār walked over to the mantelpiece which stood over an impressive vintage fireplace and under a large, ornately framed mirror.
Facing the mirror, she leant forward against the mantelpiece and spread her legs slightly so as to afford me a view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass.
I could see the wetness oozing from between her labia and knew that I should not stand on ceremony.
Grabbing her by the hips I entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, burying myself fully inside her.

A loud moan came from her lips:
“Mmm, that’s really big, Durgesh. Don’t move. Let me feel it.”

I remained still as Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār languidly circled her hips, allowing my Uncut Hindu Lund to penetrate every part of her ardent Musalmān sex.

“Oh yes. I could get used to this,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār said.

In the mirror I could see that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were closed and she had a look of contented pleasure on her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was slightly open and her breathing was short and quick.
I could feel the muscles of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gently pulsing around my Hindu manhood, trying to coax it, as if it were possible, to become even harder than it already was.
I moved my hands round slightly to take her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in my hands, and spread them apart.
Her pretty rose-bud of an ass became visible and I wondered whether I would be allowed to play with it later.

Her circular hip-grinding, bit-by-bit, turned to a pumping motion, and I responded by thrusting back into her.
Gradually our speed and vigour increased, to the point where nearly my entire Hindu length was moving in and out of her with each stroke.
There was a resounding slap of flesh against flesh and my weighty balls were bouncing against her clit.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār was moaning so loudly that it was surely impossible that Al Fātimah Al Vaqār couldn’t hear what was going on.
I tried to keep the thoughts of our betrayal from my mind and continued fucking her tight Musalmān hole with all my Hindu strength.
Sweat was pouring from my forehead as she implored,
“Fuck me harder, Durgesh, you Hindu scoundrel! Fuck me harder! Make me come!”

From some hitherto unknown reserve I found the energy to thrust into her even more vigorously, causing her moans to become a whimper.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh God, I’m coming!” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār exclaimed, and as I continued to pound her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot she let out an almighty wail of pleasure: “Oh yes! That’s so fucking good! Allah! God, I love your Uncut Hindu Lund now!”

I stopped my thrusting and just savoured the feel of being inside her wet Musalmān tunnel, as once more Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her internal muscles.
Reaching forward, I took her breasts in my hands and massaged them softly, as I tenderly kissed the back of her neck.
Wanton abandon had turned to gentle love-making.

After some minutes Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār reached around and pushed me away from her.
Turning round, she fell to her knees and began licking my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, which was slick with her Musalmān juices.

“I can taste myself on you,” she said as she looked up at me.

I knew then that she must have been able to taste her daughter’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she sucked me earlier.

“I love to taste myself,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār continued, and to prove it she put her hand between her legs, inserted and withdrew two of her fingers and put them to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to suck off her nectar.

“Does it turn you on to see me do that?” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

“You need to ask?” I replied.

“Well no,” she answered, “but it’s nice to have confirmation.”

“In that case, yes, it fucking turns me on incredibly!”

“Good. Now prove it by coming for me.”

She took hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to masturbate me energetically.
Although I was still numbed by her vigorous Musalmān pounding my Hindu manhood had taken, I could at last give in to the intense pleasure I was feeling.
As Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār worked me with her hand I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm neared.

“Come for me,” Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār implored. “Come in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

Those words were enough to send me over the edge.
Like an unstoppable tidal wave my orgasm hit, exploding from my very core and shooting a hot gush of spunk over her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and into her open mouth.
“Oh Eīshān!” I moaned, as the waves of pleasure washed over me and the stream of jizz sprayed over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.
An intensity of ecstasy such as I had rarely experienced flooded through my entire body.
My balls were still contracting, pumping a great volume of my Hindu seed into her open Musalmān mouth, so much that it couldn’t be contained and began dribbling out and down her chin.
After what seemed like an eternity, my coming eventually subsided.

Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār had not swallowed and I could see that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was still full of my Hindu cum.
She lifted her heavy breasts with her hands and dribbled my Hindu spunk over them, allowing it to drip both into her cleavage and over her proud nipples.

My mind was swimming with what it had experienced over the last couple of hours and I was virtually silent.
I just stood there watching her massage my Hindu sperm into her voluptuous Musalmān tits, as Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār looked up at me, still with a look of lustful abandon in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.

After some time she got to her feet.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me towards her open and willing mouth and kissed me deeply.
I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her breasts into my chest as our tongues mutually explored each other’s mouths.

Suddenly she broke our embrace.
“You have just been fucked by Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār, an experience you will never forget. Now put your clothes on,” she ordered, her dominant tone restored, “you will need to leave.”

“Bloody hell,” I said, “you don’t mess about, do you?”

“No I do not. Now please do as I say.”

I really should have felt insulted by her desire to be rid of me so soon, but in truth her dominance was invigorating, and much as I would have liked to stay, I had to confess that I didn’t really want to have to face Al Fātimah Al Vaqār the next morning.
A feeling of regret came over me at that thought, knowing that we wouldn’t be seeing each other again.
She was an amazing fuck, but more than that she was beautiful both physically and spiritually.
I felt like I’d sacrificed a potential lifetime of happiness for one night of lust − exquisite lust though it was.

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār’s Ammī left the room and returned shortly afterwards with the clothes I had earlier abandoned in the hallway.
I proceeded to get dressed.
I stood at the mirror to adjust my tie − although why I felt the need to wear it I don’t know − and to my amazement, I saw Al Fātimah Al Vaqār, standing completely naked at the door, her hand touching her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She lifted her fingers to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and licked her wetness from them, and then gave me a smile both demure and wicked at the same time.
Had she been watching us all this time?
I turned round, but as I did so, she winked at me implying to meet me in my car outside.
I smiled.
Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār could not stop her daughter from fucking me, ultimately.
She shut the door and was gone.

Chapter 19
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Just Eighteen Just Adult:17

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 17

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās

I lay back, my hands behind my head, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās freshening up and marvelling at what had just happened.
I closed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, imagining her close to me, her body pressed to me, knowing that it would happen soon.

I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back into the room.
I sat up a little and smiled at her, feasting on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī brilliant Musalmān nakedness again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed onto the bed beside me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled around so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were lying down the bed, with I partially propped up on the pillows, my arm around Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cuddled up to me, her hand resting lightly on my vast strong Hindu male chest.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay quietly for a few minutes.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, feeling the hardness of the muscles under her touch.
I stroked her back, feeling the smoothness, the softness, of her skin, my fingers moving ever lower towards the firmness of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked past her arm, down My body, towards my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Even now, my Uncut Hindu Lund was still rock hard, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted more of it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked her lips, and looked up at me, holding my gaze as she spoke.

“I ….” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began.

But before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could continue, I was leaning towards her, kissing her, her words dying in her mouth as my tongue slipped between her lips and began exploring, gently at first, but then more urgently, more demanding.

I rolled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās easily onto her back, my lips locked on hers, my hands reaching for her as I straddled her, my knees each side of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās responded to me, her body moving of its own accord, rubbing against me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund resting on her stomach, as I leant over her, my strong tongue thrusting into her hungry Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other, lust and need in our eyes.
None of us was even a bit ashamed of us, despite the fact that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was only Just Eighteen Just Adult while I was sixty four already.
Both of us were crazy for each other now.
I kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās more gently, our lips only just touching.
I kissed the tip of her nose, and then her mouth again, before I moved down her body, kissing slowly down her neck onto her collar bone, before kissing the hollow of her throat.
I stretched her arms out above her head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the head board behind her, her back arching as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thrust her Musalmān breasts up towards me.

My lips moved slowly over her Musalmān breasts, my Uncut Hindu Lund reacting to the feel, the taste, of her firm young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān body.
I kissed down into the valley between her Musalmān breasts, marvelling at their size, their shape, their firmness.
She squirmed with pleasure beneath me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire.
Her whole body was throbbing from the attention her Musalmān breasts and nipples were getting, from the feel of My heavy Uncut Hindu Lund dragging across her body each time I moved.
Her nipples seemed to be directly connected to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, because every time I kissed her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and leaking more hot juices onto her thighs.

The room echoed to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries, to my muffled moans, as I kissed on her succulent Musalmān breasts, before moving downwards to shower the soft slopes of the underside of her Musalmān breasts, and then her flat tummy, with kisses.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted my attention, wanted me to take my time, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to where I must surely be heading, wanted, and needed, me to hurry.

As soon as my mouth reached the base of her stomach, I knelt up and gazed back down at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās .
I drank in the sight of her gloriously naked Musalmān body stretched out before me, her firm Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples, her flat tummy, all wanting my attention.
I looked down at the soft curls of short, red hair nestling at the junction of her thighs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly in anticipation as I started to move, her eyes half closed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me, her legs pushing against mine as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tried to ease them apart, to expose herself to me.

But then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned in disappointment, in frustration, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my strong hands on her thighs rolling her over, and then in excitement as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund against the back of her legs as I moved, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot breath on her back as I leant over her.

I kissed quickly down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her as my tongue moved softly over her flawless skin, towards her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed and wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, pushing it up to meet My eager Uncut Hindu Lund as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly down between her cheeks, my tongue leaving a little wet trail before I moved across to kiss each cheek.
I caressed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, watching as her tight puckered hole winked at me from between her cheeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, raising it up to me, wanting more.

I held her cheeks slightly apart and ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between them, tasting her juices where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had flooded from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund over her tight hole, making her cry out over and over again.
I poked the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, making her cry out even louder.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt almost faint with the sensations flooding her body.
She pushed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass up to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund, sliding her own hand under her body so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could rub at her own clit as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt another orgasm building, and then rushing through her.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out, I rolled her quickly onto her back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās automatically drew her knees up, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot open to me.
I stared down at her for a brief moment, taking in the patch of damp red hair at the top of her pubic mound, her swollen clit, her fingers still rubbing at it, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, already engorged with her need, her juices flooding from her.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices from her, my waist clamped over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her body bucking under me as She pressed herself back against my Hindu thrusts.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the heat rising through her, the flush rising up her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her for the first time, felt my mouth on her, sucking and fucking her.
The waves of pleasure rushing through her were so intense that they were almost unbearable.
As her orgasm subsided, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt exhausted, but elated, her body on fire.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt My lips on her, kissing her gently, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
She sighed, a deep contented sigh, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my lips kissing softly along the inside of her thighs, from her knee to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, little shivers coursing through her as my lips moved so softly over her sensitive skin.

I loved the taste of her, what I was doing to her, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was doing to me.
As I knelt between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s legs, kissing along the inside of her thighs towards her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Lund was hanging down from my body, longer and harder than I’d been for a long time.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping between them and back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund downwards, tickling the sensitive flesh between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass, before probing again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her hips up to show herself off to me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would cum again soon.
The feelings building inside her body as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and then back up again were unbelievable.
Without thinking, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for her Musalmān breasts, cupping and squeezing them, before pulling and rubbing at her swollen nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped, a shudder going through her body, as My Uncut Hindu Lund swirled around her clit, rocking it from side to side before
The room was full of her cries again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my head and held me tight to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground herself against me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw back her head and cried out her agonising pleasure.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot softly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to relax.
I kissed my way back up her body before kissing her mouth, her tongue moving slowly along my lips, tasting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay side by side as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got her breath back, as I waited, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed me onto my back and leant over me.
Slowly, tentatively at first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to copy what I had done to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed my chest, sucking and biting my nipples before moving swiftly over my flat stomach to where my Uncut Hindu Lund waited.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was constantly aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, of its strength and heat, of how thick and hard it was.
When at last Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was kneeling over me, my Uncut Hindu Lund only inches from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was suddenly unsure of what to do.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me.

“Tell me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

I guided Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as she sucked and licked a Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked slowly along my length as my Uncut Hindu Lund lay heavily on my belly, my balls taut beneath.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked up and down my length, feeling every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cradled my balls, imagining how full they were already.
After that, it all came to her naturally.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me, her eyes on me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted my Uncut Hindu Lund away from my belly, her hand so small around my Hindu shaft.
She stroked her hand up and down my length as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt between my legs, peeling my foreskin back, pulling it back tight as I moaned, looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund closely. She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching as more drops of pre cum appeared, watching as it dribbled down my red, shiny Uncut Hindu Lund head and onto my shaft and her hand.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed the pre cum over my Uncut Hindu Lund head with her thumb, smearing it over her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and carefully took the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, taking her first proper taste of me.
I groaned as she sucked on my tip, barely able to control my hips as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I pushed up, pushing more of me into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Hindu shaft and sunk her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth lower, taking my head and some of my shaft into her virgin Musalmān mouth.
She sucked hard, guided by me again, her tongue rubbing at my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her head away from me, showing me my wet shaft, smeared with the remnants of her red lipstick.
And then she sucked me back into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking and wanking me, her other hand cupping my balls, her fingers probing beneath us.

I couldn’t believe the tremors running through me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund had never felt so hard, so alive, as it did now.
My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls throbbed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked and wanked me.
I was desperate to cum, but just as desperate to wait, wanting more, much more.
I reached out, holding Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Behind her, I could see her perfect heart shaped Musalmān ass in the mirror, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot winking back at me from between her firm thighs.
She saw where I was looking and wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, sucking on me harder as I groaned louder.
The room was full of the wet slurping sound of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund, of my shaft fucking her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly, her body alive to the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, of her hands on me.
I groaned more deeply, more loudly, as my climax approached.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense I was about to cum, could feel the tightening of my balls.

“I’m cummmmming………………..” I groaned as my balls erupted.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was stunned by the sheer force of my Hindu cum as it gushed into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and splattered the back of her throat.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was awed by the feel of my Hindu cum surging up my shaft, throbbing and pulsing.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gagged as the first jet filled her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and pulled away.
But I instinctively held her, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, my head thrown back in pleasure.

She swallowed frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragged her head away, watching as my Hindu cum continued to pump out of me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanked my thick shaft.
I watched through half open eyes as my Hindu cum dribbled from the corner of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt over me and wanked my Uncut Hindu Lund, her firm Musalmān breasts swaying over me, coated in my cum.

My cum seemed to go on for ever, surging out of me until my balls where empty.
I laid back, my body limp.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slumped down on top of me, my arms around her, hugging her to me, both of us oblivious to my thick Hindu cum being smeared between our bodies.
Seconds later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were asleep.

I woke up once in the night, momentarily confused by where I was.
But the memories flooded back as I rubbed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes and felt naked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās next to me.
She stirred, stretching her arms above her head before wriggling up to me and sleeping again.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened as I watched her, as I looked at her in the semi darkness, as I felt her warm, sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body against me.

I eased out of the bed and went through to the bathroom, my Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me.
I smiled as I saw the dried cum down my chest and belly, and had a quick wash.
Afterwards, I drew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back into my arms, her hand resting lightly on my Uncut Hindu Lund even in her sleep.

The next morning, when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās woke up, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay still, not moving, remembering, suddenly scared at what had happened, at the strength of her need, her feelings, for me, a Hindu.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay on her side, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel me behind her, my Uncut Hindu Lund warm against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew it was wrong, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me, needed me.
And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was sure that I felt the same way about her.
So it couldn’t be that wrong, could it?

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against me, and was instantly rewarded by the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund hardening against her.
She smiled to herself.
Yes, I definitely wanted her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled again, this time more deliberately, more sensually.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās laughed at herself.
Twelve hours ago Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had been a virgin, used only to her own fingers and the odd grope – but now look at her!

Beside her, I was waking up, aware of how hard my Uncut Hindu Lund was already, aware of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s wiggling Musalmān ass and the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was nestling between her cheeks.
I reached around her and cupped her breast, marvelling again at how big, how firm they were, at how hard her nipples were.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās realised I was awake.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head around, and I leant forward to kiss her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed slowly, gently, at first, but then more deeply, more passionately, as our tongues slithered over each other, our mouths locked together.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled onto her back, My hands roaming over her body as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both gasped, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was reminded of the size, the thickness, the hardness, of my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I as I saw and felt just how beautiful and sexy Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.

I rolled easily on top of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , my weight supported by my knees and elbows as I straddled her, my Uncut Hindu Lund hanging down towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her legs around me, pulling me down towards her.
I entered her slowly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot already running with her sticky juices.
I held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pulsing around me, squeezing me.

I eased out of her, feeling her lips closing up as my Uncut Hindu Lund left her, and then opening again like the petals of a flower as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās welcomed me back.
I fucked her slowly, my Uncut Hindu Lund stretching her, reaching deep inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck, our mouths locked together, our tongues exploring.
Her hard nipples scrapped against my chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I moved together.

As our passion grew, our movements became more urgent, more demanding.
I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund harder and deeper into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , her heels drumming on my back as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tightened her legs around me.

Our cries were muffled by each other’s mouths as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, our lips only parting when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as an orgasm rippled through her.
I dipped my head lower and sucked a taut nipple into my mouth as I continued to pump my Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās through her climax.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head to her, her legs still wrapped around me, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.

As her orgasm faded, I rolled us over so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was straddling me, my long Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her.
I fucked her slowly, her Musalmān breasts swaying in front of me.
Beyond us, I could see her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the mirror again, my Uncut Hindu Lunding pumping into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, caressing and squeezing her cheeks, my hands wandering down the crack between us, teasing her tight little hole.

I fucked her harder, our damp bodies tight against each other, our mouths locked together again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, changing the angle of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, screaming as my Uncut Hindu Lund reached deeper inside her than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again just as I yelled out, just as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot Hindu cum surging into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in a thick jet.
She pushed her hips down hard, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, wanting all of my Hindu cum inside now.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire again, her body full of my Uncut Hindu Lund, her juices pouring from her onto My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot full of my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clung to me, her body and mind overcome by the power of the pleasure rushing through her, by feelings and sensations she’d never felt before.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rolled onto our side, My Uncut Hindu Lund still inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got our breath back, neither of us speaking.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shut her eyes, relaxing in the wonderful, satisfying sensations still filling her body.
I gazed down at her in awe, loving her, wanting her.

After a while, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dozed off again, so I eased away from her and went to the bathroom.
I ran a deep, hot bath, and had only just climbed in and laid back to relax when the bathroom door swung open.
Without saying a word, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed in, settling down between my legs before lying back against me, her head resting on my strong chest.
I reached around her, cupping her Musalmān breasts gently.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke quietly, about the previous night, about that morning, about each other, our new relationship.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke honestly, openly, knowing it was wrong for others, but so very right for us.
After that, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I planned our day, excited by being together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I washed each other carefully, washing away our cum and juices, washing each other slowly and sensually.

Afterwards, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dried each other and got dressed.
I pulled on my usual jeans and shirt, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped into a short denim skirt and a tight vest top that clung deliciously to her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate breakfast quickly, wanting to be out of the hotel and on our own.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spent the morning and early afternoon sight seeing, and enjoying each other’s company.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked hand in hand, oblivious to the few odd looks Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got, laughing at the same things.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate a leisurely lunch by the harbour before heading towards the nou Camp stadium.

Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās generally hated football, even Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got carried away with the excitement of the game, with the atmosphere in the stadium.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I weren’t leaping up with the rest of the crowd, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat close together, My Uncut Hindu Lund always reacting to the heat of her Musalmān thigh against mine.

When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I left the football, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were more aware of each other than at any time since Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had left the hotel that morning.
Sitting in the taxi, I wanted nothing more than to drag Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās into my arms, but somehow I resisted.
I paid off the taxi driver quickly, before taking Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm and leading the way into the hotel.

“Let’s go for a walk first,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said, stopping just outside the hotel, a teasing smile on her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me as much as I wanted her, but something told her to wait, to do this.
Reluctantly, I let her lead me away from the hotel.
Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found ourselves walking down Las Ramblas again.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I bought drinks and ice creams, and wandered down the street, taking our time, stopping to watch the mime artists and human statues that seemed to be everywhere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked through the market, enjoying the atmosphere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stopped to look in shops and stalls, buying a few odds and ends.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked across to the marina, and sat and watched the world go by for a while, happy to be together.

Before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I knew it, a couple of hours had passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I decided to eat, before the restaurants started to get busy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found a fish restaurant overlooking the marina, and picked a table in a quiet corner.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I enjoyed being together as much as the wonderful food, enjoying the attention that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s looks inevitably got us from the young waiters.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat, waiting for our dessert, I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot running slowly up my leg.
I froze as it got higher, almost jumping as her toes ran along the inside of my thigh before pressing against the growing bulge in my jeans.
I stifled a groan, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes locked onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed me harder.
I dragged my ever experienced Hindu male eyes away from hers, and stared at her rock hard nipples threatening to burst out of her top.

I would have dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās out of the restaurant there and then if the waiter hadn’t brought our desserts.
As it was, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot was still in my lap as the waiter served us.
I ate my Crème Brule quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās waited until I had just a small amount left before picking up the chocolate éclair Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had ordered.

I almost choked on the last spoonful of my dessert as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her éclair between her finger and thumb and, very slowly, very sensually, licked it from bottom to top, her tongue flicking over her lips when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had finished.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did it again, her eyes on mine.
I groaned as I watched her.

“You don’t want coffee, do you?” I asked, my voice little more than a croak.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked the éclair again, and then sucked the end of it between her lips.
I watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fed an inch or so of the éclair into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and then pulled it out, before sucking it back in deeper.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated this, sucking and licking the cake until it was gone, before sucking the chocolate carefully off the tips of her fingers.

“No, I don’t think so,” she said at last, her voice husky and her eyes bright.

I called for the bill and paid quickly, both of us eager to get away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked back up Las Ramblas, quickly at first, but then more slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got drawn to the changing sights around us as it got dark.

“Let’s go this way,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās suggested.

It was only a few minutes later that I realised that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were walking in the direction the guidebook had warned us not to go in.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, let’s head back,” I suggested, as the first few sex shops came into sight.

“Don’t be silly,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, squeezing my hand, her eyes wide and bright at the sights around her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked past brightly lit sex shops and boutiques, strip clubs and bars.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took in everything she saw, the toys and clothes in the shop windows, the Musalmān girls in the posters.
I tried to guide us back towards Las Ramblas, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to see more.

She slowed down as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I passed what seemed to be a club, but which was clearly much more judging by the two Musalmān girls sat on high stools outside being openly suggestive to anyone who passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was even more hesitant as she saw the Musalmān girls on the side of the street, some of them barely dressed, showing their naked Musalmān breasts where their blouses hung loosely open.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe how excited Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting wetter and wetter back in the restaurant, but now Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the wetness on her thighs.
I was excited as well, excited by what I saw, by Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās being with me, by the effect all of this was having on her.

A Musalmān girl approached us, making it clear what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would be willing to do to me, to both of us.
Another Musalmān girl approached, openly offering me a blowjob while “she” – Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās – watched.
The girl licked her lips, pouting.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled me along.

Before I knew it, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had dragged me into a dark side street, almost an alleyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped to her knees in front of me, deftly undoing my zip.

“No,” I protested, trying to drag her to her feet.

“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās demanded, pulling my Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open.

I groaned, unable to resist, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I was enormous, my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly reaching the back of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as I fucked her, holding her head, my fingers entwined in her hair.
I couldn’t help myself as I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me in the dark alleyway.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand wrapped around the base of my thick Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue rasped over my bulbous Uncut Hindu Lund head as I pumped into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was on fire, from the taste of my Uncut Hindu Lund, from the teasing, from what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d seen, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d done, from her need for me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped my balls, squeezing her thighs together, sending hot arrows of pleasure through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Wanting more, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let go of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pushed her hand up her skirt and into her soaking panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her Musalmān clit frantically as my Uncut Hindu Lund went ever deeper into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pushed two and then three fingers into her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, fucking herself as she sucked on my delicious Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting all of it in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, in her throat.

I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fucked her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her fingers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both cried out, oblivious to where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were, to everything but our own need.
With a roar, I came, my Hindu cum bursting into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth.
I held her head tight, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes closed, as my Hindu cum poured into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was swallowing frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum, her fingers hard in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body clamped itself around her hand.

My hips rocked forward as she sucked my Hindu cum from me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both felt spent, exhausted.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased her fingers slowly from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She slumped forward, her head resting against me, my Uncut Hindu Lund hot against her Musalmān cheek.

Slowly, I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, remembering where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.
I pulled her to her feet, and kissed her softly, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue and in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth only inches from my, “Take me back and fuck me.”

My Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened slightly between us as I listened to the words tumbling out of her once innocent mouth, words she said with such intensity, such need.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly tidied ourselves up, and walked back onto the street.
Ignoring the glares from the Musalmān girls on the corner, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly made our way back to the hotel.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rushed across the hotel lobby, thankful that there was a lift waiting.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dashed into it, pressing the buttons quickly before anyone else could join us.
As soon as the lift doors shut, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms, our mouths locked together, our tongues thrusting.

As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, making her even wetter.

“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hissed, as our lips parted, “Fuck my hot Musalmān cunt with your big Uncut Hindu Lund.”

I groaned as she spoke.

“Fuck me, ” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated, seeing what effect her words were having on me, “Fuck my Musalmān cunt, fuck it now.”

I grabbed her, holding her tight, my Uncut Hindu Lund inflamed by her words.
I pushed my hand up the front of her skirt, feeling her heat, her wetness, through her flimsy knickers.
I started to undo my jeans, not thinking of where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.

“Wait,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās warned, suddenly scared of what she’d started.

She pulled away from me, but I grabbed her top.
The thin strap gave way in my hand as her top ripped.
The material fell away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both stared at her naked breast, at her hard nipple, at the taut flesh.
I moaned, reaching for her even as the lift stopped on the floor below ours.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed her top to cover herself as the doors slid open.
A couple stepped into the lift, looking at us, at our odd behaviour, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tried to control our breathing, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her clothes together, both of us aware only of our desperate need for each other.

The few seconds it took for the lift to reach our floor seemed like hours.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled out, not caring about the eyes on us from the lift as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I practically ran down the corridor to our room.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched impatiently as I fumbled with the key.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I fell into the room as soon as the door opened.
I kicked it shut behind us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed and touched and tore at each other’s clothes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled past the bathroom.

I dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s top off her, as She pulled at my shirt, buttons flying in all directions.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both fumbled with my jeans, getting in each other’s way in our haste.
By the time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I reached the bedroom, I was naked, my Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out almost obscenely from my body, rock hard and dripping with pre cum, my balls full and heavy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fell backwards onto the bed, her Musalmān breasts bouncing delightfully.

I looked down at her, at her Musalmān breasts, rising and falling quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās breathed.
I looked at her flat Musalmān belly, the tiny moon and star glistening at her navel, at her pretty face, framed by her red hair, at her slender, tanned legs, at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, wet with desire.

I reached forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, and roughly dragged her skirt up around her waist.
I gasped as her panties came into view, the flimsy red material marked with a huge wet patch where her juices had been flooding from her.
Her thighs were damp, the material of her knickers pressed tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached down, and pulled her knickers upwards, watching as the material dug harder into her pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s loud moans.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her own Musalmān breasts, pinching her nipples as I pulled her knickers again, her red, swollen lips squeezing out each side of the material.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as the material rubbed against her over sensitive clit.
I ran my finger down the front of her panties, tracing a line down her slit, feeling her heat, her wetness, making her cry out again.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās muttered, almost chanting as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated herself over and over again.

I groaned as I slipped my fingers into her knickers and yanked them away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tore away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, as I threw them to the floor and dragged her to the edge of the bed where I stood.
I pushed her legs back and leant forward to drive my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund as deep into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as I could, not stopping until I was buried deepest inside her, my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hair pressed hard to hers.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot seemed to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulling me deeper into her as it throbbed around me.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out, and then plunged it back into her, fucking her hard as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, almost lifting her off the bed as I fucked her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot frantically.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came almost straightaway, loving my Uncut Hindu Lund, thick and hard inside her, loving the strength, the power of me as I fucked her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, I watched her head rocking from side to side, watched her holding her Musalmān breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples.
I listened to her harsh breathing, to her cries of pleasure.
I breathed in the faint smell of her perfume, and the heavier smell of her need, her passion.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing around me, her juices hot on my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
It seemed to go on forever, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body hotter, more alive, than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder and harder, not caring if it hurt.
So Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me to, told me to fuck her, told me to fuck her hot Musalmān cunt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās barely recognised her own voice as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out to me, as she shouted to me, telling me what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, what she needed.

I fucked her hard, my hands underneath her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass now, holding her to me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot offered up to my driving Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her Musalmān breasts bounced deliciously on her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay in front of me, her arms thrown back over her head, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretched out before me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again and again, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body on fire as I fucked her, as I threw back my head, as I came, as my balls tightened and my Hindu cum erupted inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with pleasure as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me tense, felt my release, felt my hot Hindu cum inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me, clinging to me as I clung to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, throbbing together as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came, as intense pleasure tore through us as if Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were one.

Slowly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I relaxed and My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled up the bed together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her skirt off, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay naked in each other’s arms.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I talked a little, but mostly Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just enjoyed each other’s company, biding our time, knowing there was more to come.

Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I made love again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was lying on her front, while I was on my side, running my hand slowly up and down her back, following the contours of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
My hands ran up and over the soft curves of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my stroking gradually ceasing as She parted her legs so that I could slip my fingers between her cheeks and down to her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew hard against her, lying hot against her thigh, as my fingers played lightly over her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

I moved over to kneel behind her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew herself up onto her knees.
I looked down at her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for a moment as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiggled it deliciously at me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wet and open to me between her soft thighs.
I shuffled closer to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid in front of me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back and pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot towards me as my Uncut Hindu Lund nudged against her.
I held her hips, my thumbs rubbing across the firm flesh of her cheeks as I slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let out a deep, satisfied sigh as I entered her, as my thick Uncut Hindu Lund filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I fucked her slowly, gently, listening to the sound of her soft moans as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved inside her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rested her head on the pillow, her moans muffled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily in and out of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I felt so big, so hard inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās loved the feel of me, the power of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt a little raw from the hard fuck I’d given her earlier.
Even the thought of that sent waves of pleasure through her, let alone what my Uncut Hindu Lund was doing to her now.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached underneath her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and rubbed her tender clit softly, swirling her finger tip around the rubbery nub of flesh in little circles.

I could feel the pressure of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbing herself as my Uncut Hindu Lund glided in and out of her hot, wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body changing under me as her climax built inside her.
I traced my finger tip lightly over her tight little hole as it winked at me.
I rubbed harder, before quickly licking my finger to give it a little lubrication and pressing it even harder against her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze, and then moaned, and then pushed back against my finger as it slipped into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe the sensations Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was feeling as my finger moved in her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her clit harder, as I fucked her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in time to my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came quickly, pain and pleasure pouring through her as I fucked her harder and deeper.

I heard her cry out through the mist of pleasure coursing through me, as a sharp pain shot through her.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, resting it against her firm cheeks.

“Don’t stop,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried in alarm, not caring how sore her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot might feel.

I hesitated, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as I moved slightly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze again, suddenly very aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund, of where it was, of what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.

“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, “Do it … do it there … fuck me there.”

For a few seconds, I didn’t know, didn’t realise, what it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
But then I did – and my Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to grow as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to point her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I leant forward against her, wanting only this.

I pushed down, my Uncut Hindu Lund head pushing at her tight hole.
At first, nothing happened, but then with a “pop” I was inside her, the wetness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice guiding the way.
I stopped so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I could both get used to the sensation – her to my Uncut Hindu Lund invading her, me to the velvety tightness of her.
I eased into her deeper, taking my time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped.

“Don’t stop, you old Hindu scoundrel.”

I pushed harder, pressing against her until my Uncut Hindu Lund was buried inside her, my balls resting against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I held still, waiting for her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her bum, pushing back.

“That feels soooooo good,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Now fuck me.”

I pulled out, and then pushed back in, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
My balls banged against her, slapping against her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, adding a new dimension to our pleasure.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down and rubbed her own clit again.
It seemed that in no time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both went over the edge, crying out as powerful orgasms racked our bodies.

I pumped my thick Hindu cum into her, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Her juices rushed from her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
Reaching down further, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my balls and rubbed them against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, making them as wet as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.

I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.

Chapter 18
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Just Eighteen Just Adult:16

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 16

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Vaqār

At around 8.15pm I arrived at the party and found my place at the table, marked by an elegant place card.
Most of the other guests had already arrived.
Looking around I recognised a few faces but there was no-one I’d call a friend or even a close acquaintance.
Next to me, on my right, was a corpulent and slightly sweaty fellow who grudgingly noted my attempt to introduce myself and immediately went back to regaling his companion with talk of how he would be joining his father’s investment bank after graduation.
I resigned myself to an evening of boredom.

The seat on my left was as yet unoccupied.
I looked at the name on the place card:
‘Lady Al Fātimah Al Vaqār’.
“I hope she does,” I thought, but couldn’t help but feel disappointed, as she would no doubt have the kind of equine features that my then-prejudiced mind associated with the nobility and what’s more, would consider me to be the kind of dreadful oik more suited to cleaning the ancestral ovens than being engaged with in conversation.

Some minutes later the Lady arrived, and immediately I realised that the first of my fears was misplaced − wildly so.
She was stunningly attractive: slim and lithe with hair of a deep auburn shade, that fell in ringlets about her face.
And that face! Mouth, nose and eyes almost perfect in form and yet with an other-worldly hint that denied any blandness that that perfection might imply.
A smattering of freckles danced across her cheeks and an impossibly cute, but slightly enigmatic smile played across her lips.
She wore a dress, which appeared to my untutored eye to be made of silk, burgundy in colour, with thin shoulder straps.
My eyes, controlled almost entirely by my libido, noticed that she didn’t appear to wearing a bra, but then she had the kind of perky breasts that rendered such support unnecessary.

I stood to introduce myself.
That smile again, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness?

“I’m Al Fātimah Al Vaqār. You can call me Al Fātimah Al Vaqār,” she informed me in unsurprisingly posh tones.

“Very pleased to meet you Al Fātimah Al Vaqār,” I replied, “I’m Durgesh,” and with that opening gambit, we sat down and started talking.

She, it turned out, had no more interest in formal debating than I did, but her father had been president of the society and his father before him, and it was therefore considered compulsory for her to be a member.
Her family was minor nobility − apparently she was 317th in line to the throne.
My suggestion that we plot together to bump off those ahead of her, one by one, was met with more grace than it deserved, and indeed after very little time we were chatting away like long-lost friends.
No doubt the food was of Michelin star standard and the wine like nectar but it passed unnoticed, such was the intoxicating liquor of her company.
To my pleasure, it was clear that she was as much as enthralled by my company as I was by hers.
This was confirmed while we waited for dessert:
I felt the touch of a stockinged foot on my leg, and saw that smile flicker across her lips yet again.
This time the flirtatiousness was unmistakeable.

“That was you, wasn’t it? Or should I be making a move on my neighbour to my right?” I asked, pointing my thumb at the portly banker-in-waiting.

“Why don’t we skip dessert, pop outside for some fresh air, and you can find out?” she answered.

I don’t need to be asked a question like that twice, and less than a minute later, we were standing outside in the evening air.
The street in which we stood was bustling with throngs of revellers and tourists taking advantage of the early-summer warmth, but we were oblivious to them.
I looked into her mesmerising azure eyes, held her by her waist and pulled her strongly towards me.
Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

Time seemed to stand still.
Continents could have formed and re-formed, mountains could have been thrown up and eroded back to sand; I wouldn’t have noticed.
The taste of her lips was exquisite, the touch of her skin so soft, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest so erotic, that my Uncut Hindu Lund began to spring to life almost immediately.
As she felt its hardness against her stomach, her breathing became more hurried, and her embrace tightened around me.
Then she pulled her lips away from mine.

“Let’s go back to my house,” she said, insistently. “My parents are away this evening and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“Your wish is my command, my Lady,” I responded − rather calmly, I thought, considering how rapidly the events of the night had unfolded.
I turned round and hailed the first cab that came past.
We slid into the back seat and she told the driver our destination, which was a street in one of the more upmarket neighbourhoods in the city.

“Lovely evenin'” said the driver.
I began to reply, but got no further than “Certainly…” before Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had once more clamped her face to mine.
I noticed in the rear-view mirror the driver rolling his eyes and smiling.
“I’ll be as quick as I can”, he laughed.

But Al Fātimah Al Vaqār had no ears for him.
Our kissing became yet more passionate, making my Uncut Hindu Lund harder still, so that it strained against the fabric of my trousers.
As if she sensed this telepathically, she moved her hand down to touch it, and I almost exploded there and then.

She pulled away from our kiss and moved her mouth to my ear.

“In a few minutes, this is going to be inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,” she whispered.

I didn’t believe it possible for my Uncut Hindu Lund to get any harder, but I swear it did on hearing that.
I had only known her for two hours and already she was talking to me like that − was I the luckiest man alive?
She then licked my ear and moved her tongue down my neck, setting the hair on my nape on end.
Her tongue was like electricity.
Not caring about what the driver could see, I slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the top of the dress down to reveal her breast.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār gasped as I took it in my hand and squeezed it, at first gently but then ever more firmly.
I took hold of her nipple, already erect, between my finger and thumb, and toyed with it so that it stood out even more proudly.
Her fingernails dug into my back and she began to gently nibble my earlobe.

“‘Ere we are,” announced the driver, “where d’ya want me to stop? I could drive round the block a few times if yer like.”

“Just here will be fine,” said Al Fātimah Al Vaqār, rather breathlessly, as I replaced her breast within her clothing.
She shimmied out of the car and I followed.

“Cheers mate,” I said to the driver as I handed him a twenty. “Keep the change.”

“Cheers to you too, guvnor,” he replied. “and thanks for the show.”

I laughed, but by this time Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was tugging on my arm, and soon we were climbing up the steps towards her house, an imposing yet elegant four-storey town house which would have had the pound signs spinning in front of any estate agent’s eyes.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār fumbled for her key in her purse impatiently, although I confess I didn’t do much to help as I held her around her waist from behind, dabbed delicate kisses on her exposed neck and shoulders and thrust my raging Hindu erection between her pert Musalmān bum cheeks, the gossamer fabric of her dress providing no protection whatsoever.

Opening the door at last, we more-or-less stumbled inside.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār threw her purse to the ground and leapt on me once more.
Our kisses were, if it were possible, even more passionate than before.
We tore ourselves apart from each other just long enough for Al Fātimah Al Vaqār to take off my jacket, rather violently loosen and remove my tie, and begin unbuttoning my shirt.
I was still planting kisses on her cheeks, which were flushed rose-red, almost as if they had been slapped.

As soon as my shirt was off, I had the rather easier job of slipping the straps of my lover’s dress from her shoulders and letting gravity do the rest, the dress then forming a magenta puddle on the ground.
A vision of superb Musalmān beauty, such as I could not have envisaged I would ever see, stood before me.
She was not tall, and while slim was not skinny.
Her skin was pale, almost creamy, and was made to seem like porcelain by the rich red of her hair.
Her breasts were large − my experienced eye estimated them as a 32B − they stood up proudly, were shaped as if carved by Michelangelo himself and were capped with small but delightfully pink aureoles.
Her torso curved inwards to her belly, out again to her hips and had all the athletic and nubile comeliness one would expect from the young Musalmān woman of eighteen that she was.
Well, I was already sixty four.
Yet, there was nothing to worry.
Most of the Just Eighteen Just Adults preferred me on their equally Just Eighteen Just Adult immensely inexperienced and equally immensely irresponsible youngsters.
They loved my thoroughly experienced immensely responsible handling of them.

I’d hardly had a chance to take in fully this Musalmān beauty when Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leant forward and began kissing, then nibbling on my nipple, the nibbles on the cusp of being painful and all the more erotically charged for being so.
I thanked Eīshān that I had gained so much experience in matters sexual, as had I not I would surely have blown my load in my pants there and then.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār proceeded to undo my trousers, and slid them to the floor.

“Get those fucking shoes and socks off!”, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār whispered frantically.
I smiled and obliged her.

Now we stood in front of each other, wearing nothing but our underpants.
There was a brief pause while we looked at each other, and I saw such a fire of lust burning within her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes, which I knew was mirrored in my own.
Then, without any further words, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār grabbed my pants and pulled them down, allowing my rampant Uncut Hindu Lund its freedom at last.

There was a gasp, perhaps of pleasure, perhaps of apprehension.
I don’t feel that I’m boasting to say that my Uncut Hindu Lund is larger than average, being some 8 inches long and very chunky with it.
Was she beginning to regret the forwardness she expressed in the taxi?
It appeared not, as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār fell to her knees and took my Uncut Hindu Lund in both her delicate Musalmān hands.
Her hands were small and delicate and this served to make my Uncut Hindu Lund seem even larger.
Poking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār licked the end of my Uncut Hindu Lund, in doing so removing the droplet of pre-cum that was gathering there.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār then proceeded to lick all around the head, paying particular attention to under the rim of the helmet and the frenulum.
There was no doubt that she had taken time to learn the art of turning a man on − this was not beginner’s luck.
As if to confirm this, she looked up at me and smiled − while still tonguing my Uncut Hindu Lund − and then drew back leaving a big glob of her saliva onto it.
This was not the work of an amateur!
Using the lubrication she had just provided, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār began wanking me with both hands, then alternately removing one of those hands and using it to cup my balls.
Again she left more her saliva on my Uncut Hindu Lund, looked me in the eye once more, and then greedily began to devour my Hindu shaft.
The feeling was as intense as any I had ever experienced: my Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to completely fill her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, to the extent that I was worried I might injure her, but the act clearly held no fear for her.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār took me into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as far as she could − my Uncut Hindu Lund was too long for someone so small to take in all the way without having first had training from a sword-swallower − but by Eīshān, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was trying!
Knotting my fingers into her hair, I began − slowly at first, − to fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
With increasing speed I continued, as Al Fātimah Al Vaqār spread my buttocks with her hands and grunted, as well as she could with a mouth full of Uncut Hindu Lund, her appreciation.

It was taking every reserve of my immense Hindu willpower to keep from coming into her open Musalmān mouth, and she must have sensed this.

“Durgesh! Don’t you dare come!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said, pulling away from me, “I need that matchless Uncut Hindu Lund of yours inside me first!”

I needed no further encouragement.
I lifted her back to her feet, put my thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down over her hips as I got down to my knees myself.
As I removed them a triangle of pubic hair came into view, but as I revealed yet more it became clear that she had had the hair around her vagina neatly waxed.
I pulled the knickers completely off, tossed them to one side and spread her legs slightly, so better to afford access to her swollen and puffy sex.
With my fingers I spread her labia, revealing her wetness and exposing her small, pink clitoris.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was as perfectly formed as the rest of her body − porn stars would have paid thousands to their Hollywood plastic surgeons achieve this level of shapeliness.
I ran my Hindu lips on her Musalmān folds, picking up some of her copious Musalmān juices.
“You taste like honey,” I told her, and Al Fātimah Al Vaqār responded by grabbing my head and pressing my face to her sex. “Kiss me then more, there,” she commanded.

Holding her firm extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks in my hand, I began to kiss her clit with my lips, first teasingly, then slowly more firmly.
I felt her whole body shiver.
Before long I was kissing her clitoris with my lips, pausing only to run my lips along and across her labia.

“Ooh! Right there!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār moaned, grasping the back of my head and grinding her hips against my face.

I returned my lips to her clit, which by now was standing proud and moistened by my saliva and her juices, and slipped a finger into her open and willing extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Oh God!” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exclaimed, “put it in me! Fuck me with your finger while I suck you!”

I began to move my finger back and forth within her, slowly probing and feeling her deepest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān recesses.
As my finger rubbed against the ridged wall of her vagina, and my lips nuzzled her love button, she grabbed my head even more firmly and began to shudder over her entire body.

“Allah, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I felt the convulsions of her vagina as she came and I swear I felt a wave of heat against my face as she screamed, “Allah! Oh my God!” with no thought for what the neighbours might hear.

I stood up and we paused for breath.
I held her to me, her delightful Musalmān breasts pressed against my Hindu male body.
I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
Her face, flushed with post-orgasmic ecstasy, looked so pure and innocent that it seemed incredible that such language could have been uttered by her just seconds previously.

“Durgesh! Are you going to fuck me then or what?” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār panted.

“I can honestly say that there has never, in my entire life, been anything I would rather do,” I responded.

With that I lifted her feather-light Musalmān body onto the dresser that was stood next to us in the hallway.
Grasping her by the thighs I opened her legs and pulled her towards me, so that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was perched at the edge of the dresser.
I took my Uncut Hindu Lund in one hand, pressed it against her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and began to gently rub it up and down.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her, increasing the pressure I was exerting on her already swollen labia, but she was so wet that my Uncut Hindu Lund was still able to slide across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as though protected by a layer of Teflon.

Releasing me slightly from her grasp, Al Fātimah Al Vaqār took my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and presented its head to the entrance of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh, I told you that this was going in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and I’m always true to my word,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said with a wicked grin.

With that she gripped my Hindu waist again with her legs and pulled me towards her, forcing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her open and inviting Musalmān hole.
The feeling was remarkable − it was like I’d had an injection of adrenaline directly into my brain.
Her Musalmān love tunnel was so tight and yet so wet that we were like a freshly-oiled machine as I pistoned my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her.

“That’s it,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exhorted, “fuck me hard, Durgesh. Make me come again.”

I responded by increasing the speed of my Hindu strokes, making the dresser shake in time with the little moans that were escaping from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with each thrust.
She tilted her head back and closed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes as I continued to pound her, my hefty balls slapping against her arse.

“Allah! Oh God Durgesh, that feels so good,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār told me, looking me in the eye once more.

I knew that if this carried on for much longer that I would be unable to stop myself from coming, so I picked up her petite Musalmān body and told her to hold on to me.

“Which way’s the living room?”, I asked.

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār giggled:
“The door to your right,” and I proceeded to carry her through the doorway and then toward the sofa which sat in the middle of the room.

“Don’t drop me!” she pleaded, but I was fit and muscular and her small weight was no burden at all.

With Al Fātimah Al Vaqār still impaled on my Uncut Hindu Lund I sat on the sofa, which was easier said than done, but the manouevre was carried out without injury, and now she was sitting on me, my full 8 inches inside her.
She paused for a while, slowly swivelling her hips as if she was getting my Uncut Hindu Lund to explore every square inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān insides.
Then, putting her hands on my chest for purchase, she lifted herself up, then down again.

“Mmmm. I feel so full,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār purred. “I’ve not had an Uncut Hindu Lund this big before and I fucking love it!”

There is something intensely erotic about a girl talking dirty, and the effect was heightened not only by her butter-wouldn’t-melt demeanour but also by her delightfully upper-class accent.

Once again she raised herself a few inches, and then slowly let herself down, rotating her hips a little with each motion.
My swollen Uncut Hindu Lund was as big and hard as it had ever been.
I took one of those perky Musalmān tits in each hand and gently tugged on them in time with her movements.

“Keep on doing that,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār said, as her thrusts became more rapid.

Her brow was studded with beads of sweat as her speed increased to almost a blur.
The stimulation was so intense that it took every reserve of my willpower to stop myself from shooting my jizz deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Eventually I had to take hold of her by her hips and stop her from bouncing on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I don’t want to come before you do,” I told her. “Let’s slow it down a little.”

With that, I took one of her butt cheeks in each hand and lifted her off me a little, while still keeping the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leant forward and began nuzzling my neck and planting little kisses on my lips and face, as I spread her cheeks with my hands.
Very slowly Al Fātimah Al Vaqār gyrated her hips, sending waves of intense pleasure through my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, but never enough to make me lose my self-control.
I took one of my hands away from her bum and put my fingers to her lips, gently prising open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She sucked and licked my fingers, leaving them wet, while I began tracing the fingers of my other hand up and down the cleft between her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Initially I stopped short of her anus, but with each downwards movement I got a little closer.
Eventually I was touching her arsehole, and each time I did a little shiver convulsed her.
Taking my other hand from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, the fingers now sodden with her saliva, I returned it to her arse and placed the tip of my middle finger on her anus.
She gave a little gasp. I drew circles around her anus with my finger, occasionally teasing her that I might break the barrier leading into that taboo place.
“Go on then,” she said, looking me directly in the eye. “What are you waiting for?”

With great care I applied a little pressure against her anus, and felt her ring part and allow my finger entry. Little by little I pushed it further in.

“Allah Oh God,” Al Fātimah Al Vaqār exclaimed. “You’re in my arse and it feels good! Don’t move it − just leave it there while you fuck me.”

I began slowly thrusting into her.
She got back up to her knees, allowing me to see my Uncut Hindu Lund pumping in and out of her open extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
On each upstroke Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was taking the full length of my Hindu shaft, up to the hilt, inside her, and with each stroke she voiced her pleasure:
“Allah! Oh fuck me, Durgesh … Allah! oh fuck me, Durgesh … Allah, oh fuck me, Durgesh …”

With the sound of her ecstasy and the intensity of the feeling of fucking her, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I emptied my Hindu balls inside her, and it was clear that it wouldn’t be long before I felt the waves of her orgasm on my Uncut Hindu Lund either.
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār dug her fingernails into me, threatening to rip my nipples from my chest, her moans rising to a crescendo:
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

“Oh FUCK!”

Al Fātimah Al Vaqār leapt off my Uncut Hindu Lund and finger as though she’d been shot.

And then I heard why.

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF Allah the GOD IS GOING ON HERE?!” It was the voice of a woman, a voice so posh that it seemed that its owner must play with diamonds ever.

Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam