The Everbest Wives: 39

Durgesh

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Chapter 39

Durgesh Ghausiyah Imtiyāz
Mecca Fataħ

As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood in her bathroom toweling herself off, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself.
My athletic Hindu male body’s perfect, absolutely perfect even at my sixty five.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
Incredible?
Yes, but true.
It looks the best.
And so was her own athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body for a woman her age.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz rubbed the towel over her sensitive breasts and nipples Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment.
“These, like some other parts could be a little firmer and perkier I guess,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered to herself with a smile.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz left the bathroom without bothering to get dressed.
The hell with dressing.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply didn’t feel like it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to be nude.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went to the kitchen, made herself a cup of coffee, and stood at the sink, deep in thought, looking out at her lush garden.
It was a bright, clear day outside.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took her coffee and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went out into her garden.
As she meandered along the narrow stone pathway, she admired the neatly trimmed flowers and plants.
This part of the garden was protected by a stonewall that afforded complete privacy.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz used often to come out here in the nude.
It was one of her secrets!
One of the few benefits of living alone.

The sunshine was warm on her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt incredibly free.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat down on the small stone bench in the shade near the garden fountain thinking about what had happened and what was to come.
Her ambivalence was very strong.
Her father in law, a Hindu, is a grown man, a wonderful lover of beautiful Musalmān houseladies and the sex we’d had together was incredible.
Yet no matter how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to turn it, I was still her father in law, a Hindu.

The soft sound of the water falling into the fountain was soothing and, strangely enough, it gave Ghausiyah Imtiyāz the feeling that somehow everything was going to be okay.
Not surprisingly, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought about what happened in her father in law, a Hindu’s bed was making Ghausiyah Imtiyāz even more aroused.
Is that what entire Musalmān houseladies feel when they fuck a Hindu first?

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was not naïve.
Naturally, after we’d broken down some barriers and had sex things changed in a big way.
The one important part for Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was the feeling of release.
It was almost as if, someone finally opened a heavy door that had been closed for a long, long time within her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had forgotten just how powerful it felt to have a man between her legs and feeling her filling every inch of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot as I fucked her and that same man using every ounce of her strength to give her pleasure.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was surprised that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had hidden so many of her own desires such as the feelings of having a man’s naked body on herself and feeling his hot breath on her neck and shoulders as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

It was easier to think of her father in law, a Hindu, as simply a strong young man who was making love to the Musalmān woman in Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
One of the things that stuck in her mind so tenaciously was the way that I would softly whisper in her ear telling her what I felt , describing what was happening in the most explicit way as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

It was vulgar, it was erotic, it was full of passion, yet Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved it.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t realized how deeply erotic it was to hear my breathless whispers, my lips close to her ear, telling her what I was doing to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz at every Moment.
In addition, how good and powerful I make Ghausiyah Imtiyāz feel as my athletic Hindu male body, especially her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, responds to my deep and powerful Hindu thrusts into her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī female body.

After we had sex that first time, it was as if an emotional floodgate had opened in each of us for different reasons.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t realize how deeply we needed each other at the time.
There were many brief Moments when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz forgot that, I was Durgesh, her father in law, a Hindu.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz admitted that it was because Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t want to face any of it at that Moment.
What was important was that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt desired and young.
At the same time, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt somewhat sad that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed so much sex over the years, while this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu was always available to her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t remember a time in her life where Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had felt so free about sex and sharing pleasure with a man.
Moreover, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to try and bring back all that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed over the years.

A gentle, warm breeze came up and softly ruffled the leaves on the grass near her feet.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took a sip of her coffee and watched a hummingbird hover near the top of the fountain before darting off across the garden.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was a little saddened that it took her father in law, a Hindu, to unlock within Ghausiyah Imtiyāz what my Musalmān stepson never could.

Now, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted us to explore sex together, to learn and especially to be unafraid to try new and different things together without any feelings of guilt or embarrassment.
She was afraid of what we were sharing wouldn’t last forever.

And, when that day finally came, the sex and intimacy that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and I shared would then become a deeply held secret between us.
And what we shared would be a pleasant memory of a shared love just between a Hindu man and a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who, in a short period in their lives, simply needed each other.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up from the bench and stepped into the warm sunlight again.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment before reluctantly going back into the house.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz needed to get dressed just in case her father in law, a Hindu, might bring some of her friends home when I returned.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz honestly hoped that I would come home alone.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a loose fitting white cotton blouse, and her sandals.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t bother putting on her panties or bra.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went into her bathroom, put on a little make-up, and brushed out her hair before Ghausiyah Imtiyāz puttered around the house with little chores that kept her busy.
Early in the afternoon Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was sitting at her computer in her home office working on a short story when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard the front door open and her father in law, a Hindu, come in.
Suddenly, and for no apparent reason Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt a wave of panic come over her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat unmoving in her chair.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her heart beating in her chest.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard my footsteps coming down the hallway.

What if none of it actually happened, what if it wasn’t real? Was the thought that flooded her mind. What if—”
“Hey, there you are,” her father in law, a Hindu, said as I came to the door.
“How was the fishing,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked trying to sound normal.
“Pretty bad,” I said with a laugh, “It was really just a good excuse for us Hindu guys to sit in a boat on the lake, drink juice/beer and talk about beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women.”

“I hope you didn’t tell everything,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said with a weak laugh, immediately wishing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t said it.
I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with a smile as I said,
“Certainly not. Not a chance…not that. How are you doing, darling?”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew my question really meant how was Ghausiyah Imtiyāz doing after what happened the night before.
“I’m doing fine…absolutely fine,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz answered honestly.
“Yeah, me too,” I said with a warm smile. “I better get a shower…Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, my immensely beautiful Bahū Bégum cum wife, I really need it.” I paused as I looked directly into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and said, “Would you like to join me, my love?”
My words jolted Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and her stomach tightened.
Moreover, a thrill went through her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body and all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was nod.
Our eyes held for a Moment before I turned and went toward the bathroom.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me turn on the shower and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz still hadn’t moved from her chair.
A minute or so later, I appeared at the door and I was completely nude.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was hard and standing straight out from my athletic Hindu male body pulsing every few seconds as I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
The dark pink head was almost completely emerged from the Hindu foreskin that surrounded it, the unique specialty of Hindus Musalmān womankind were obsessed with, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could see a pinpoint of light reflecting off of the precum that oozed from the tip of my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Water’s ready if you are, darling.” I said with a smile.
“I’m ready,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz mumbled softly.
She couldn’t believe I was taking it all so normally.
Why the hell couldn’t Ghausiyah Imtiyāz herself?*

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.
Slowly she started to slip them down over her hips as I watched Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated for a brief Moment before slowly exposing her hair-covered throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to my absolutely shameless boldest Hindu male gaze.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund jerked with a normal spasm of anticipation as I let out a soft groan of desire.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let her jeans fall to her ankles and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor behind me.
I came toward Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, put my arms around her and pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz against my naked Hindu male body.
As her lips found mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues were gently dueling in passion.
Her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body felt hyper-sensitive to my touch, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was ready to have another orgasm from nothing more than just my touch on her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself moaning as we stood there holding each other.
“Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I could hardly wait until I could get off of that damned boat,” I whispered as I kissed her neck. “All I could think, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, about was getting back here as soon as possible. Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I kept worrying that you might have changed your mind or had second thoughts about what we did.”
“I was worried the same about you,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.

We broke off our embrace and went into the bathroom where I stepped into the hot shower first and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz followed behind me.
My handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund brushed across her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass, as I closed the sliding shower door.
It was all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do to keep from dropping to her Musalmān knees and taking my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth.

I soaped her back and shoulders before bringing my hands around and spreading the white lather on her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breasts.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body was completely mine to do with what I wanted.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned to face me and we kissed as I trailed the lather down over her abdomen to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and around to her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
Her movements were slow and highly erotic.
Our bodies pressed and brushed each other’s.
Naked Stavak Hindu male flesh against naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān flesh.
Her heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation of what was to come.
“I’ll do anything you want, my athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body is yours to enjoy,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said to me as I held my arms around Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
She was getting her self-confidence back eventually, though rather slowly somewhat.

The last of the soap lather had rinsed off of our bodies as we still stood under the shower nozzle embraced in deep French kissing.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was again fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund inserted into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled it out boldly and held my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stroked it and was amazed at how hot it felt to her touch.
“Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, are you ready to go into the bedroom and fuck?” I whispered in her ear.

The pure sensual vulgarity of my question turned Ghausiyah Imtiyāz on even more and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wondered how I knew her secret?
How I knew that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved erotic, vulgar talk during sex, even if it was incestuous?
Allah, how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated her immensely incompetent Musalmān husband.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to punish and humiliate him preferring an older Hindu, his own Hindu father, on him.
Wasn’t it more humiliating for the bastard?
Then it dawned on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.

If I’d actually hidden in her closet watching Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as she masturbated, I would certainly know about her secret lust for erotic talk during sex!
Yes, when she masturbated Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fantasized about me fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and she used vulgar and erotic language to heighten the experience.

We stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other off which, naturally leading to another bout of sensuous kissing; our tongues attacking each other’s with erotic intensity as our bodies pressed tightly against each other’s.
It was a powerful level of passion that, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t felt in years.
Moreover, it intoxicated her with her own desire.

I took Ghausiyah Imtiyāz by the hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom where I gently, but firmly, urged Ghausiyah Imtiyāz onto her bed.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lay on her back Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled her thighs up toward her chest and spread them apart exposing her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to me in a lewd invitation to do with her as I wanted.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded with a whisper. “Fuck me and fill me with your hard Anant Muslimātchod Hindu manhood!”

I got on the bed and knelt between her legs facing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
I hesitated as my gaze seemed to be locked on the sight of her exposed, wet Musalmān Choot, almost as if seeing it for the first time.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was only inches from the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was impatient to feel it inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slipped her hand down her belly and ran her fingers over her clitoris several times before she used two fingers to spread her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips apart, exposing the very entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womanhood to me.
“Fuck me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded again.
“Yes Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, I am going to fuck you now,” I said softly. “I am going to slide my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into your sweet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and fuck you as long and as hard as you want!”

The sexy words out of my mouth electrified Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as I leaned my athletic Hindu body forward placing my arms on both sides of her shoulders.
Her face was only inches from mine when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund come in contact with her wet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips causing her to cry out softly.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my hot breath on her neck as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed even harder on the lips at the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips yielded, allowing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to rush into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and filling her sensitive throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my hard Hindu tool.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated a Moment and kissed me on my lips before I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with a steady rhythm of sexual pleasure and desire.
All Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was to whisper softly each time my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund filled her and there was no doubt that a powerful orgasm was building deep inside her.
“How many men have been in your beautiful Musalmān cunt before me…fucking you like I’m fucking you now,” I asked breathlessly.

My question sent a jolt of intense eroticism through her whole athletic Musalmān body.
“How many men have enjoyed fucking you?”
“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson…it’s…it’s been a long time,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stammered honestly.
“How many men before me have left their cum deep inside your sweet Musalmān cunt as they sucked on your tits?” I asked as I stroked my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that I not only knew her secret passion of vulgar talk during sex but she loved it too!

“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson had fucked me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz smiled boldly somewhat. “Fucked me in the same hole you’re fucking my throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot in right now,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz groaned. “How many young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls have felt your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside their tight Musalmān cunts,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to ask as I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot harder.
Her words clearly aroused me and that even turned me on even more.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund continued to thrust into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz aggressively…and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted more.

“I’ve fucked a countless of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls with tight Musalmān pussies but none of them had a beautiful Musalmān cunt like yours, recently.” I said. I paused before adding, “There’s so much I want to do with you, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz. So many ways Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I want to have sex and fuck you!”

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in total ecstasy and felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had no control on her own body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her first orgasm on the verge of exploding inside her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could neither slow it down or hold it back, it would do what it wanted…taking control when it was ready.
“You’re such a good fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law,” I panted as I kept fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot. “Do you realize that I am fucking you at this very minute? Do you realize that your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is fucking your throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and is almost ready to cum deepest inside you just like I did last night?”
“Yes,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder than your Musalmān stepson ever could!”
That was all it took for her orgasm to slam inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself crying-out as her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body tightened before jolting hard with the power of her orgasm.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with rapid strokes when suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could tell by the look in her eyes that I was starting to cum too.

“Fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, fuck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!”
Our bodies were slamming together as I uttered, “Yes, oh Fuck! Fuck! Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I’m cuming inside you! I am ─ NOW!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shudder as it began spewing my hot Hindu cum inside her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let out a loud groan as I kept pumping her, ejaculate, into the dark depths of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz moaned loudly and clutched the strong muscles of my back with her fingers as I emptied the contents of my Hindu balls into her tight Musalmān hole.
Her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, in fact her whole Musalmān body, continued to spasm lewdly with each Hindu stroke of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund that went especially deeply inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Undoubtedly, this was the most intense fuck Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ever had, even more intense than when we’d fucked the night before.

We began fucking slower until we stopped completely, our bodies satisfied for the moment.
I was still lying on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as we kissed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund didn’t soften nor slipped from the grasp of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I didn’t move over and lay on her still now.
We lay facing each other.
We spoke in soft terms, fondled, touched, and caressed each other in the afterglow of intensely satisfying sex.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was curious about something and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to ask me a question that had been in her mind since the first time Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fucked me the night before.
“Where did you ever learn how to make love like that? Your stepson never made love to me like that. It’s not something you learn from a book or the internet,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.

“You countless Musalmān houseladies.

“What?”

“Not what,” I said. “Definitely.”

My professor of Årabic Literature of the nineteenth Century taught me about making love to a Musalmān woman specifically.
I had had several Musalmān girlfriends in college and they were, well, like me, young and ready but not very experienced.
The professor was very different.
she was a divorced, mature Musalmān woman in her fifties and clearly the most sensuous and sexual Musalmān woman I’ve ever met until then.
Her name was Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I saw her as often as I could ─several times a week.
It wasn’t uncommon that we’d spent an entire weekend in bed together.
Almost nothing was considered off-limits to her as long as it pertained to sex.
She taught me a lot about Musalmān women and sex,” I added.

“What happened?” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked.

“Nothing,” I laughed. “Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I still see her occasionally.”

I leaned forward and began caressing her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast with my hand as I looked deeply into her eyes.
My fingers lightly circled her areola causing her nipples to come erect; perfect for kissing on.
Her warm tongue stroked and teased me sending a warm and erotic feeling through my whole body.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund beginning to become erect and press inside her Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew we were going to fuck again.

Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel herself slipping into a state of deep, all-consuming, sexual desire as I kissed her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast.
Nevertheless, before that happened, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz struggled to keep a clear head.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to tell me that we needed to talk about some things ─ important things about what we were doing.
I stopped kissing on her nipples and looked up and into her eyes.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” I said softly as her hand moved up between her thighs, stopping at her wet, freshly fucked throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Her fingers parted her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips and found her clitoris and I began to softly stroke it.
Then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lifted her upper leg and placed it over my hip giving me complete access to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body once again.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, ” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered. “We’ll talk later…just fuck me!”

Chapter 40
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Similar Stories from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Begum

2. The Punishment to my Enemy:4,5,6,7 Ammījān and her son: Durgesh Suraiyā Jamāl

3. The Audacity 4: We need to talk

4. The Audacity 5,16,17,18

5. Ved Nagar 33, 34, 35

6. The Everbest Wives: 37, 39
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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



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