From Pakistan with lovePosted: November 19, 2015
From Pakistan with love
Shakīlah Salmān stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, carefully wiping the water from her beautiful smooth skin.
As a 36-year-old mother, Shakīlah Salmān felt She still looked great for her age.
Shakīlah Salmān carefully looked over her body, proud of the shape Shakīlah Salmān had been able to keep even in her mid to late 30s. Shakīlah Salmān was only about 5’2″, and Shakīlah Salmān was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week.
Shakīlah Salmān had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated her extremely beautiful figure.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned quietly as Shakīlah Salmān ran her hands over her perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at her extremely gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass in the mirror.
“Hopefully today is the day.” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, as Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand over her womb.
Shakīlah Salmān had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and Shakīlah Salmān was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before her internal clock started ticking too far.
Her only child so far, Raziyah, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world.
Shakīlah Salmān had had sex with her husband about a week before, but right now, he was on a business trip across the country.
Today was the day Shakīlah Salmān planned to take a pregnancy test.
Shakīlah Salmān was really hoping for good news.
Shakīlah Salmān desperately wanted to be a mother again.
Still nude, Shakīlah Salmān opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it.
Shakīlah Salmān followed the instructions to the letter and now Shakīlah Salmān only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not.
Shakīlah Salmān set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing her sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen.
Shakīlah Salmān slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants.
Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t planned to go anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside.
No one else was home so Shakīlah Salmān skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable.
Shakīlah Salmān was pretty horny this morning.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t have sex with her husband too often, even though Shakīlah Salmān had an incredibly high sex drive.
He just didn’t seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help her conceive that was just about it.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t get relief nearly as much as Shakīlah Salmān would want.
After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow five minutes the test was finally ready to be read.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to get her hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month she’d be able to conceive again.
Her husband would still be gone for another two weeks and her clock was ticking!
Shakīlah Salmān picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in her stomach.
It was negative.
Shakīlah Salmān had tried not to get her hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing.
It was just as the doctor had said.
Shakīlah Salmān was fertile enough for now, but her husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that She’d be able to get pregnant in the near future.
Usually Shakīlah Salmān was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on her.
“Fuck me!” Shakīlah Salmān said loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Shakīlah Salmān wanted to have another child so badly, and Shakīlah Salmān was afraid it would never happen at this point.
“Come on, Shakīlah Salmān, keep yourself together.” Shakīlah Salmān told herself, to no avail.
Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, Shakīlah Salmān heard me walk into the kitchen.
“Hey Shakīlah Salmān!” I said cheerfully, from around the corner before I could read the situation.
Just as I said it, I saw the tears in her eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I said, now reading what was happening and trying to help her.
“Is that a pregnancy test?” I asked, very surprised.
Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t told me that Shakīlah Salmān was trying to get pregnant yet, Shakīlah Salmān guessed now was as good a time as any.
Shakīlah Salmān wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to explain what was happening.
“It’s nothing, Durgesh. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven’t had any luck. It’s very dis-heartening. But don’t worry. It’s stupid anyway. I’ll probably just end up giving up at this point. It’s no big deal.” Shakīlah Salmān said, trying to convince herself of that just as much as me.
“Shakīlah Salmān, I had no clue. I’m really sorry, Shakīlah Salmān. Shakīlah Salmān, I love you.” I said, to her surprise.
I came up and hugged her hard, trying to comfort her in her time of emotional need.
Lately I had been a lot touchier with Shakīlah Salmān, often giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek without her asking.
Shakīlah Salmān had been skeptical earlier but right now Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care.
Shakīlah Salmān was too preoccupied.
We hugged each other for a minute or so, until Shakīlah Salmān cheered up, finally realizing her braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my hard Hindu chest.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t know I was even home, that’s why Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t worn anything more modest, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed it didn’t matter.
I was just I.
Shakīlah Salmān began to feel a hardness pressing against her waist momentarily right before I broke the hug.
As we parted, Shakīlah Salmān looked at me with pride.
I had done so many things for her family always.
Despite my sixty-six, I still had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the Stavans I offered.
I was a lady-killer, though Shakīlah Salmān never paid any attention to my personal life.
“Are you okay, now, Shakīlah Salmān? Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.
What a lovely person he is, Shakīlah Salmān thought.
“I’m okay, but why are you even here, honey? Shakīlah Salmān asked me, fully changing the subject from the sadness Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to recall. “I thought you worked today.”
“No, Shakīlah Salmān, I switched shifts,” I answered nonchalantly, my mind clearly on something else.
“Oh,” Shakīlah Salmān said, still very down.
“Okay. Let’s go, Shakīlah Salmān.” I suddenly said, picking up my keys from the counter.
“What? Go where?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, not certain of what I was talking about.
“I’m taking you out for a date. Yåqūb has gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I’ll gladly make it my job. Shakīlah Salmān, I hate to see you sad.” I said with grief and a hint of something else in my eye. “Get dressed, I’m gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We’re leaving in 5 minutes!” I turned towards my room to get ready.
Before Shakīlah Salmān could even object, I had left the room.
‘Oh well,” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, “I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit.’
Shakīlah Salmān headed upstairs to her room to get dressed, wondering what Shakīlah Salmān should wear.
Shakīlah Salmān looked in her closet for something that wouldn’t make her too hot.
Shakīlah Salmān saw one of her favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this.
It had really thin straps so Shakīlah Salmān wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed that was fine for such a hot day.
Shakīlah Salmān slipped off her tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over her head.
Her makeup was already done for the day, so Shakīlah Salmān was fine with that.
Shakīlah Salmān looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off her shapely Musalmān ass and firm tits.
It certainly wasn’t slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress.
Shakīlah Salmān remembered at this point, Shakīlah Salmān needed to find some panties.
Shakīlah Salmān had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized Shakīlah Salmān might not have anything Shakīlah Salmān could wear!
Shakīlah Salmān began to rummage through her drawers to see if Shakīlah Salmān could find something.
Just as Shakīlah Salmān began to look with no success, I barged through the door already dressed with my keys in hand. “You ready, Shakīlah Salmān?” I spoke quickly.
“Yeah, I’m ready but I just need to-“Shakīlah Salmān tried to explain Shakīlah Salmān needed something else, but I cut her off there.
“You look great already, let’s go. The lunch place, I want to go to, closes kinda early so we have to leave now.” I explained while pulling her arm.
“Wait, Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān said, surprised at my hurriedness.
“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān, let’s just go!” I pulled her arm and led her down the stairs, in a hurry.
Shakīlah Salmān tried to turn around once again but I stopped her, leading her to the door and slapping her gorgeous Musalmān ass outside.
Shakīlah Salmān yelped quietly to herself before wondering what had just happened.
Had I meant to slap her ass, or just merely push her out the door?
It was a little inappropriate especially for her but Shakīlah Salmān shook it off since I was clearly in a hurry.
‘It must have been a mistake.’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
We drove to the lunch place I apparently had in mind.
Shakīlah Salmān was all the while trying not to expose herself with the short dress Shakīlah Salmān was wearing with no panties.
We got out of the car, Shakīlah Salmān very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza.
It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.
The waiter came up to us and asked for our order.
We told him what we wanted before he asked,
“Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here.”
Before Shakīlah Salmān could refuse, I spoke up.
“Yes, we’ll take two margaritas, please!”
“Of course, sir. And would you and your lovely date like the rims salted?” I asked, eating at us with flattery.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed a deep red,
“Oh no, he’s just my-”
“Yes please, we’d love the glasses salted.” I said as I interrupted her again. She here loves it served like that,” I told the waiter, glancing at her with a sarcastic looking grin.
With that, the waiter left to get us our food.
Shakīlah Salmān reached over the table and punched me in the arm. “Hey, what are you doing, trying to embarrass me like that?”
“Oh come on, it’s just a joke. You should take it as a compliment; he obviously thought you were young enough to actually be my date. And Shakīlah Salmān, I know you love margaritas.”
“It’s just weird, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, still blushing.
“That’s what happens when you’re hot, Shakīlah Salmān.” I added, surprising her and making her go into an even deeper red.
‘The nerves on this Hindu playboy!’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
I surely was popular with the beautiful girls if I was like this all the time.
Such a flirt!
We enjoyed lunch as the restaurant died down and we talked, enjoying the day.
It was really hot and I again ordered another margarita for Shakīlah Salmān, after the meal.
She slowly drank it and chatted until the restaurant needed to close.
The waiter came to show us off but apparently had a soft spot by then.
“I’ll give the lovely couple 5 more minutes, but sadly we really need to close after that.”
We thanked him and resumed our “date”.
Shakīlah Salmān had only finished half of the margarita, but Shakīlah Salmān was small and could tell it was actually really having an effect on her.
The wind started to pick up and filled the outside cabana we had been sitting in, blowing a warm breeze up her dress.
Because of the openness of the dress and the alcohol, Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little aroused.
Having no panties only made it worse, and Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little wet.
“We should go now, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, hoping to get up before Shakīlah Salmān had a wet spot on the back of her dress.
“Alright, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s go look around the plaza.”
We walked around the plaza, enjoying the day, as it got cooler and cooler.
She was obviously slightly intoxicated, and was giggling now like schoolgirls and having a great time.
As the day went on we visited the fountains and shops and Shakīlah Salmān slowly realized I was getting slightly handy.
I’d pull her by her waist to show her something and as we walked around sometimes kept my hand on her back.
The day actually started to feel like a date instead of something she’d do with me.
We had gotten a little tired from walking and decided to look for a place to sit.
Shakīlah Salmān thought she spotted a bench over in the distance and tried to tip toe on her heels to see it.
Just then, a giant gust of wind started to blow and went right under her dress.
Her back was to me, and before Shakīlah Salmān could react enough the wind blew it completely up.
Shakīlah Salmān was able to place her hands in the front so nothing too intimate would show, but Shakīlah Salmān realized too late that Shakīlah Salmān was giving me a great view of her naked, round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.
“Whoa, Shakīlah Salmān,” I said, laughing as I stared at her unfavorable situation. “Having trouble?”
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to turn to me in case I saw anything, but Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t get the back part of her dress down.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed even harder than earlier as Shakīlah Salmān gave me a great show of her tight gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass.
After a few seconds or so the gust finally died down and her dress fell down.
Shakīlah Salmān turned to me, bright red with embarrassment, and tried to say something before I suddenly took her hand.
I turned her around and pointed at a cinema.
“Let’s go see that movie! The trailer looked fun!” I just ignored ostensibly what had happened.
“I don’t know,” Shakīlah Salmān said, uncertain and too embarrassed to want to do anything else.
“Of course you do!” I exclaimed, once again smacking her butt through the dress in the direction of the theater.
There it was again.
Shakīlah Salmān was drunk, but Shakīlah Salmān knew it was on purpose this time.
I had just touched her ass!
What the hell was I doing?
“Fine,” Shakīlah Salmān ignored my hand, “It better be good though!”
“I’m sure it will be great,” I replied, looking her in the eye with something Shakīlah Salmān just couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Shakīlah Salmān brushed it off as we entered the theater.
The cinema was completely dead on the inside.
It was a really hot day and the theater itself was hot, but there was absolutely no one else in the theater.
“Oh cool, we get to choose whichever spot we want!” I pointed out, obviously excited. “Let’s go up there!” I whispered, pointing to the corner.
The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of four seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle.
As we walked up the steps, Shakīlah Salmān felt my hand on her back again, this time the bottom of my fingers holding her ass as I pushed her up the steps.
Shakīlah Salmān ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats.
We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start.
The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and Shakīlah Salmān leaned into my chest, getting comfortable.
The movie started and we began watching it, pseudo-cuddling in the seats in the back.
There was no one in the theatre, but if even there were, we were pretty hidden behind the corner.
About 20 minutes into the movie, Shakīlah Salmān noticed my hand was on her leg, near her lap.
As a few more minutes passed, my hand slowly crept up her thigh until I was grabbing the very upper part of her leg, just under where her dress started.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t say anything as we continued to watch the movie.
I slowly moved my hand up and down her leg, and my touch was sending her absolutely crazy.
Shakīlah Salmān was super horny, drunk in a movie theater next to me.
Shakīlah Salmān shifted a bit trying to get more comfortable, and I moved my arm around her.
Shakīlah Salmān leaned more into my chest so that her bottom was practically off the seat and Shakīlah Salmān was lying on her side.
I instinctively slid my hand down the side of her body, lightly moving it past her breast and resting my hand on her ass.
Shakīlah Salmān turned to me this time, and noticed I was looking at her with that same look in my eye.
This time Shakīlah Salmān realized what it was.
It was pure lust.
I began to blatantly grope her butt, squeezing her pantiless, round ass through the thin material of her dress.
Shakīlah Salmān looked up at me and met my eyes before instinctively leaning in and kissing me on the lips.
It wasn’t the kind of kiss a friend should give me.
Shakīlah Salmān realized, as Shakīlah Salmān pressed her lips hard against mine, my strong hand still firmly holding her beautiful young Pakistani Musalmān ass.
Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care anymore.
Shakīlah Salmān wanted intimacy.
Her emotional state and drunkenness put her right in the palm of my hand, literally.
We broke the kiss as Shakīlah Salmān scooted up completely into my lap, her dress now riding very high on her legs.
“Shakīlah Salmān,” I started.
Before I could finish Shakīlah Salmān grabbed my head and once again kissed me hard on the lips.
Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as we shared a passionate kiss.
I lost all hesitation and placed my hand high on her leg, feeling up her milky thighs and groaning as I squeezed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān ass.
“No panties? Naughty girl.” I said, smiling as I teased her.
Shakīlah Salmān gasped as I lightly caressed her puffy Pakistani Musalmān Pussy lips, longing for the touch of someone.
I teased her again and again, lightly rubbing my fingers along the ravenous Pakistani Musalmān slit before Shakīlah Salmān could take no more.
“Durgesh, please,” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, getting short of breath.
With this, I picked her up by the hips and set her down on my male Hindu lap.
I groped her breast roughly through the dress and pushed a finger into her waiting pussy.
I expertly worked my hand in her waiting, velvet Pakistani Musalmān walls, bringing her closer and closer to climax as I used my other hand to drop the dress from her shoulders.
Her perky, firm Pakistani Musalmān tits fell into view as the top of the dress slid down her stomach.
“Oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, a little louder than Shakīlah Salmān should have. “That’s it, Durgesh. Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits!
Shakīlah Salmān got closer and closer to her orgasm as I took my free hand and tweaked the areola of her other breast.
I shoved a second finger into her sopping Musalmān pussy and sent her over the edge, causing her to convulse hard in my hand.
I continued fucking her with my fingers and squeezing her creamy white breast as Shakīlah Salmān began to go through a mind-shattering orgasm, getting over months of little to no relief.
Her husband came nowhere close to knowing how to pleasure her that well, or he just didn’t care.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned as her orgasm made me rock against my hand and body.
I placed my hand on the back of her head and once again pressed her lips to mine.
The kiss sent electricity through her spine as her orgasm subsided.
As Shakīlah Salmān recovered, Shakīlah Salmān realized I had yet to have relief.
Shakīlah Salmān noticed an incredibly large bulge in my pants and decided to start there.
‘Allah,’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.
This was easily the biggest cock Shakīlah Salmān had ever felt.
Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand around the width of my Hindu shaft, realizing Shakīlah Salmān could barely hold it in her small tiny hand. Shakīlah Salmān licked her lips as Shakīlah Salmān began to run her soft hands along the sides of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Shakīlah Salmān Momentarily looked up to see my eyes staring straight at her tits as Shakīlah Salmān performed this act.
Shakīlah Salmān blushed deeply before decided She’d treat me as well as Shakīlah Salmān could.
Shakīlah Salmān was slightly scared, but Shakīlah Salmān figured it didn’t matter.
Instantly, I started moaning as Shakīlah Salmān expertly worked my Hindu penis.
Shakīlah Salmān loved giving BJs, but her husband didn’t like them that much and had a much smaller penis, so Shakīlah Salmān seldom got to do this.
Eventually, Shakīlah Salmān felt a stirring in my loins and knew I’d be close to finishing.
Shakīlah Salmān prepared herself as I neared my climax.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Shakīlah Salmān. I’m gonna cum. Take my Hindu load with your beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth” I said, completely into it and forgetting Shakīlah Salmān was not my lover.
Shakīlah Salmān felt naughtier with the sexy talk and prepared for my Hindu load.
Shakīlah Salmān had expected a lot of cum, but nowhere near the amount I actually had.
After what seemed like a few minutes, my Uncut Hindu Cock finally twitched for the last time, completely filling her Pakistani Musalmān mouth with my potent Hindu seed. Shakīlah Salmān swallowed the rest of my Hindu load and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of such a nice Uncut Hindu Cock.
Shakīlah Salmān noticed there was a bit of cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her tits.
Shakīlah Salmān swirled it up with her finger and licked it off, making sure to not miss a single drop.
“I guess you could just say I’m a natural. Shakīlah Salmān loves giving blowjobs, Unfortunately, Shakīlah Salmān just doesn’t get to do it often. Shakīlah Salmān loves feeling the taste of sucking a giant cock and swallowing it’s cum.” Shakīlah Salmān said, revealing this way too much than Shakīlah Salmān probably should had.
Shakīlah Salmān hardly cared at this point, though.
I grabbed her waist again and kissed her on the mouth, fondling one of her breasts again in the process.
“Your extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body is so fucking hot, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you properly.” I whispered into her ear.
“Okay, handsome,” Shakīlah Salmān said, getting up and pulling up the straps of her dress.
Shakīlah Salmān tried to fix herself up and hoped there wasn’t a mess from her giant orgasm.
Her pussy was still sopping wet but most of it didn’t get on her dress, so Shakīlah Salmān was okay.
Shakīlah Salmān and I left the theater, this time holding hands as we exited.
Shakīlah Salmān took me by my hand back towards the car, momentarily stopping in front of the fountain for a bit.
I pulled her body towards me and wrapped my hand around her waist.
I slipped my hand under her dress and cupped her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, again kissing her deeply.
Our tongues met briefly before Shakīlah Salmān broke the kiss, realizing where we were.
Shakīlah Salmān pulled my hand off her ass and scolded me. “Hey, Hindu scoundrel, we’re in the middle of the public, Durgesh. What if someone saw you kissing me?” Shakīlah Salmān said, concerned.
“Who cares? No one knows you’re not my girlfriend. They just think you’re my hot date. It’s your fault for being such a naughty slut and not wearing panties.” I cracked a sly grin.
“You wouldn’t let me put panties on earlier! You hurried me out the door! Whatever.” Shakīlah Salmān said, giving in to my teasing. “Let’s just go, darling.”
Shakīlah Salmān took my hand and pulled me to the car where I helped her in and we started driving off.
I kept my free hand on her thigh as I drove along, before Shakīlah Salmān saw I still had a pretty noticeable hard-on.
“Are you seriously still hard? What are you made of?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, rubbing my Hindu crotch.
I groaned softly as Shakīlah Salmān touched my Hindu member.
“No way I’m gonna be done before, Shakīlah Salmān, I actually get to fuck you.” I said casually.
That was so wrong, Shakīlah Salmān wasn’t sure if Shakīlah Salmān wanted to go through with it.
Eventually we pulled into the house and got out of the car, walking to the door.
“Durgesh,” Shakīlah Salmān started, turning towards me as I put the key in the door, “I don’t think we should go any further, I’m not sur-” Shakīlah Salmān tried to finish before I grabbed her again.
I picked her up by the waist and opened the door, pressing my lips hard against hers in the process.
I swung the door closed and rode her dress up, grabbing her by her naked Pakistani Musalmān ass with both hands, squeezing firmly.
At this point Shakīlah Salmān was still too horny to not give in.
Shakīlah Salmān melted into my mouth as I set her down on the kitchen counter, her dress hiked up, revealing her still sopping Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
“You’re too much of a horny slut to stop now, Shakīlah Salmān, I bet.” I said daringly as I grabbed the dress straps and slid them once again over her shoulder, revealing her breasts.
The dress fell down to just cover her stomach, leaving her ass and tits exposed.
Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t handle it anymore, and Shakīlah Salmān completely gave in.
“You’re right, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu. I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m too horny. Please, fuck your horny little Pakistani Musalmān girlfriend with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān yelled, surprising herself.
Shakīlah Salmān never thought She’d speak to me like that.
It was driving me crazy.
I slowly pushed further into her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, filling her up like Shakīlah Salmān had never been filled before.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking tight! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Pakistani Musalmān body is absolutely amazing,” I gasped as I ran my hand up and down her lithe, supple body.
“Fuck, Durgesh, you’re too big! You’re splitting me in two!” Shakīlah Salmān said as I continued to enter her pussy, finally bottoming out deep in her womb.
I allowed me to adjust to my massive Hindu girth before pulling out and pushing back in again, picking up the pace.
Her incredibly lubricated Pakistani Musalmān pussy walls facilitated the process, and finally Shakīlah Salmān was able to completely adjust to the massive Uncut Hindu Cock that was pounding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Durgesh, fuck your Shakīlah Salmān’s tight little Pakistani Musalmān pussy! Impale me on your huge fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I continued to ram her tight Musalmān pussy on the cool countertop.
Being taken so completely and fucked this hard drove me absolutely wild as Shakīlah Salmān could hardly think of anything else but my huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.
Suddenly, Shakīlah Salmān felt my cock withdraw from her velvet lips, leaving her feeling completely empty without my massive Hindu cock.
“What’s wrong, Durgesh?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, disappointed at momentarily not being fucked.
I answered her question immediately as I picked her up completely off the counter and set her face down onto the cold surface.
Her nipples hardened as they touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter when Shakīlah Salmān felt me grab her hip and pick one of her legs up, setting Shakīlah Salmān against the counter in a half standing half lying position.
“I’m gonna fuck your tight Pakistani Musalmān pussy and ass from behind, filling you like the slut you are!” I said, explaining my actions.
I then ripped the rest of her dress off her body, leaving it ripped on the floor.
Once again, Shakīlah Salmān felt my massive Hindu rod enter her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, this time from behind, reaching all the way in and splitting her Pakistani Musalmān pussy from another position.
Shakīlah Salmān winced in pain as it hit the uncomfortable spot, before I withdrew and hit it again.
I smiled, picking up the pace and continuing to buck in and out of her, using her fertile, wide hips for leverage.
“Who cares? You said you wanted to get pregnant, right?” I asked, making her realize a possible solution to her problem.
I spoke again:
“I’ll fill your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Hindu cum and you can have our baby! It’s the easiest way for us to both get what we want! I’m really close to cumming, now!”
“Are you sure you can handle it? What about your stepson? What if he finds out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, concerned and nearing a climax of her own.
Shakīlah Salmān gave up trying to reason at this point, Shakīlah Salmān was too blind by horniness and wanting to be a mother again to care any longer.
“Okay, Hindu Piyā! Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy up with your potent Hindu seed. Fuck me until Shakīlah Salmān becomes an Ammī again!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I groped her breast from behind.
As I emptied my balls, coating the inside of her pussy with my massive Hindu load, Shakīlah Salmān began to convulse on my body, her orgasm causing her to scream into my mouth.
“Your pussy is too tight, Shakīlah Salmān!” I smiled from behind her.
Finally, our orgasms subsided and I pulled my giant Hindu shaft out of her pussy.
I picked her up and set her down on the floor,
“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you, too, babe.” At this point, I was referring to her as my lover.
“I’m ovulating right now, so I’m almost sure to get pregnant this time, Durgesh. What are we gonna do with the baby? It’s gonna be yours.” Shakīlah Salmān said, immediately regretting some of our decisions.
“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān. If that happens, we’ll just take care of it like normal. Worst comes to worst we can move away and take care of it together.”
“And if I’m not pregnant and your stepson doesn’t find out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, wondering what I could respond.
“Then I’ll fuck you again until you do get pregnant with my child. You’re my live in relationship partner now, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, placing my hand on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb and kissing her roughly.
“Now let’s go to bed.” I said, picking her up completely and heading towards the stairs.
I carried her up the steps and dropped her in the bed, getting in after her, both of us completely nude.
A week and a half later, Shakīlah Salmān missed her period and took a pregnancy test.
Shakīlah Salmān ran into my room, tears in her eyes, so happy from the joy of finally being able to be a mother again.
“Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān practically screamed.
“The test was positive! I’m pregnant! I’m going to bear your child!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, happier than Shakīlah Salmān could remember.
“Seriously? That’s great, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I rubbed her stomach and womb admiring my work.
I picked her up by the waist as Shakīlah Salmān wrapped her legs around my lower body, pressing her lips softly against mine.
“Thank you, Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā. You have successfully impregnated infinite of Musalmān houseladies. You have no idea how happy this makes all of us! A son is a son after all. Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, completely falling in love with me.
I broke the kiss and spoke, grabbing her ass with one of my strong hands.
I ripped her thin shirt off with my other, cupping her naked breast.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her sensitive breast.
“So what do you think we’re gonna do now that I’m pregnant?” Shakīlah Salmān asked as I set her down, running my hands down her sides and over to her wide hips.
“I’m gonna fuck you every day of your pregnancy and keep filling your pregnant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb with my hot Hindu cum until you have our child. Then I’ll fuck you more until you’re pregnant again,” I announced casually.
Shakīlah Salmān slowly walked towards my bed; removing her tights and jumping on it, leaving her nude save for her sopping white panties.
As I climbed into the bed and began running my hands up her body, Shakīlah Salmān asked me what we would do about her husband.
“When he comes back, what are we supposed to do?”
“We can move away and start a family of our own. Then Shakīlah Salmān can fuck me for the rest of her life.” I said, pushing her onto her back and removing her panties.
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