Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 35Posted: March 8, 2015
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Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund greedily and started playing with it entirely unashamed of herself.
She undressed me completely.
I undressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan myself.
Now, all we three were entirely naked there.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān removed her hand from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hair and cupping her large breasts started rubbing her nipples against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
They both moaned in their tongue filled kiss and licked my lips at the sight of their tits pressing against each other.
The difference between them made it even hotter to watch.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s large full breasts with their dark nipples were sliding across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s big perky tits with her adorable pink nipples.
Both women’s hips were rocking and lifting her foot from the floor, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan draped her long leg over Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips and slid closer to her.
I put my hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thigh and began caressing it while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pulled her head back just far enough for me to see her tongue flicking across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān eased back further and pushing her tits up, whispered,
“Please suck them again, thirty four years old young mother in law!”
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wrapped her arm around Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s shoulders, and letting her head fall back moaned loudly.
I reached out and began caressing both of their backs.
I slid my hand up under her thick dark hair.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned her head and her emerald eyes looking into mine, asked softly,
“Then come, please give me one.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān closed her eyes and tilting her head to the side, parted her lips, awaiting me.
Rising up on my knees and with a feeling of the surreal, I pressed my lips to my Bahū Bégums.
She sighed softly and began moving her lips gently across mine.
I returned the kiss as gently as I could, trying to hold back from driving my tongue into her mouth.
I put my arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her closer to me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned in her throat.
Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips fastened to my Bahū Bégum’s nipple.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s eyes were open.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at us with a look of naked lust in her blue eyes.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them to allow her warm wet tongue access to mine.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sighed in pleasure as her tongue probed my mouth and I started moving my hips against the couch, pressing my yearning ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it as I made out with my Bahū Bégum.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my wrist and lifting it, placed my hand over my Bahū Bégum’s breast.
I moaned into our kiss as I began to fondle her soft Musalmān breast.
I could feel her hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand as I slid it back and forth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whimpered and the sound sent a surge through my cock.
Taking her nipple between my fingers I began to roll it between them.
“Oh, yes!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, removing her lips from mine, “Look at the two of you!”
“Yes, Ammī!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said and grabbing my hand shoved it down to her tits.
Not that I minded in the least.
I opened my palm and taking her nipple into it began squeezing it with such enthusiasm my fingers were smacking.
She blinked at me and taking her hint, I did the same.
I felt her shiver against me and her hands were now on the backs of both our heads.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned over and began tonguing the nipple.
This time it was my Bahū Bégum I was now staring at.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s eyes were on me.
Imitating Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān gave me a mischievous smile that caused my heart to skip a beat and leaned over to share her nipple with me.
“Hmm, now this is family bonding.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, before her lips pressed into mine.
I accepted her kiss then gasped when her hand dropped off the couch and found my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are fucking hard!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared. “I think your little live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, and your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān are going to have to do something to take care of that!”
“That’s right, Sālīs, you both are idles already.” I said curtly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked at me mischievously.
“Sorry, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I miss a lot of things.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Especially sucking your greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”
“Oh you can share Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, groaned, “We are going to pass it back and forth like a lollypop?”
“I’m indebted! Thank you very much, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled gratefully.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started to speak, but her words turned into a long moan as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was once again sucking her clit.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had a big patch of dark hair at the top, but the rest was smooth.
Like her nipples, the skin of her pussy was darker than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s and I could see her swollen clit peering out from beneath her puffy lips.
I glanced over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, to see her staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her mouth open, her big tits heaving as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still recovering form cumming so hard.
Her blue eyes were locked on Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and her tongue journeyed across her lips as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
Sitting on the couch she lifted her right leg and draping it over the arm of the couch pointed at me,
“Sure, daring.” I said.
“Stand, I want to see you naked when you fuck me.”
“Who cares who’s calling the shots?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said sliding over and with no hesitation grabbing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s nipple and rolling it between her fingers, “You complaining?”
“Calling shots?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked, and then moaned when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started tonguing her nipple. “Not sure what you mean, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, but what I know is your live in relationship is a lot more fun than you are so far, do you worry about everything?”
“Should have told her she couldn’t talk.” I muttered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan who was laughing.
“But then you wouldn’t be able to hear me tell you how much I’ve wanted to fuck you.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told me.
“You heard me, Durgesh. I’ve wanted to fuck the both of you, especially you! I’ve spied on you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Watched you fucking countless sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, watched you fuck your live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.” She licked her lips, “I started having beautiful dreams about you, but then they became waking fantasies and I’ve gotten off to the thought of letting you fuck me for weeks now.”
“Wow?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān rolled her eyes. “There’s better dialogue than that in porn. Just let Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel your big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Look at that ever young hard Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān hummed.
Street lights illuminated the front of the Spanish type white stucco house.
The red tile of the roof showed up almost black in the indistinct light.
A beautiful lady robot in a green coat answered Sabīħah Pervez’s ring.
It claimed it was derogatory to human beings.
The humankind is created by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā for far better purposes.
In the entire HVSI Creations no human being was allowed to serve another human being until it wasn’t a respected job.
“I know,” the lady robot too smiled respectfully, “Her Excellency doesn’t need to bother as the Param Purush’s appointment secretary. I’m designed optimum competent to do it, yet…”
Sabīħah Pervez smiled.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” the lady robot laughed.
Sabīħah Pervez kept smiling.
She didn’t say anything.
He claimed he had an open and shut case against HVS Law Internationals representing its client.
“This way, please.” The lady robot guided Sabīħah Pervez, “Your coat, please.”
Sabīħah Pervez slipped out of her coat, handed it to the lady robot.
She followed the lady robot along a corridor floored with lovely expensive green tiles, across the huge living room, mellow with indirect lighting to a study that opened on a patio.
I was seated at the big mahogany working table concentrating intently over a script running on my Computer Screen.
The pages were embellished with several colored alterations.
I looked up as Sabīħah Pervez came in, smiled at her, pulled her on my lap and said,
“Do the hell whatsoever you damn please. But don’t interrupt me for some time.”
Sabīħah Pervez laughed, winked at me and started to undress us both.
Sabīħah Pervez grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and started to play with it more seductively than she usually did.
There was an amused antagonism in her eyes.
That’s what Sabīħah Pervez was.
She loved me.
She had sex with me frequently every now and then.
Most of my beautiful Musalmān lady friends, my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners, and even my beautiful Musalmān wives in my other infinite subtle bodies, were also similar in faithfulness.
Except perhaps my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD married me for my incredibly unique humanity.
She was proud of it.
Sabīħah Pervez kissed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, liked it and then swallowed it entirely in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
She sucked it passionately.
I was habitual of working unaffected while my horny beautiful Musalmān lady friends enjoyed sex with me.
I kept working nonstop as if there wasn’t any disturbance at all.
I bent over the manuscript in concentration so deep that I was entirely oblivious, entirely unaware, of Sabīħah Pervez for the moment.
Sabīħah Pervez ultimately straddled me, grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, positioned it between her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed.
She was so wet till now that my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately vanished into Sabīħah Pervez’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Sabīħah Pervez sighed her relaxation and smiled triumphantly.
Sabīħah Pervez enjoyed its penetration for a while remaining motionless and then started raising up and down herself ravenously.
I smiled my welcome and thanks at her, remaining still in deep concentration in my manuscript.
Sabīħah Pervez increased her pace and fucked me gracefully skillfully.
No, Sabīħah Pervez wasn’t of my age.
She was a young lawyer instead anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.
“In just a moment I’ll have this one scene licked, then we’ll talk.”
The very lack of expression in my voice told Sabīħah Pervez that my concentration was absolutely genuine.
Sabīħah Pervez understood.
For her, I was evidently a showman.
I never made to conceal the fact that I was sixty six now actually.
I couldn’t prove now that I wasn’t thirty six as my entire papers proved now.
Legally I was thirty six now everywhere.
Physically my ever young body also confirmed it.
A pair of large, tortoise shell spectacles rested on my nose.
I kept my head slightly bowed.
My eyes stared in concentration at the script.
Suddenly, I snatched up a soft leaded pencil from the desk, ad swooped down upon the manuscript in a frenzied attack, scratching out words, scribbling inserts and marginal notations.
I was entirely confident of what I was doing.
There wasn’t even the slightest hesitancy.
I struggled to make my hand keep up with my thoughts.
Then I dropped the pencil, pushed back the script and turned on my smiling thankful eyes to Sabīħah Pervez.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“You never need to be. I’m enjoying the waiting more than my work with you. Never mind, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t think you’d get here quite this soon.”
Sabīħah Pervez smiled gracefully.
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