It’s better now, in this way

It’s better now, in this way

 

Durgesh

Tonight, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to seduce Durgesh, the ever infamous yet ever utmost successful Muslimātramañ.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe how wrong that still sounded.

The idea first occurred to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb the last time I visited her mansion.

I spent most of her time in fucking extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies and businesswomen, but I still took the time to visit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb on the big holidays, and other breaks.

Fortunately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lived fairly close to a nice beach–and by close, it meant only a thirty minute drive–giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.

Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still possessed the best body, even while a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb used to be when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly.

Of course, back then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was financially supported by her husband.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still considered herself beach worthy, though, and had no problems showing up in a string bikini.

Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed how great Durgesh looked, despite his sixty-six years old age.

Every beautiful woman claimed he was thirty six only.

Durgesh never looked more than twenty eight even.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever Durgesh obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade claimed Durgesh was even less than twenty eight.

Nonsense.

I was shirtless–wearing just swim shorts–lying next to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got a great view of her hairless body.

I took after her father in that aspect.

A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down her stomach.

Before that, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never thought of me as sexually attractive.

I was always just her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters, but seeing the similarity to her dad piqued her curiosity.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wondered if other parts of mine were similar too.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down and noticed the slight bulge in her trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt herself get excited, and felt very ashamed of her that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was having sexual thoughts about Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ.

Most of the Musalmīn, the others called them Pseudo Musalmīn however, claimed Durgesh was interested in having sex with Musalmān Beauties only to humiliate Musalmīn.

Even the Musalmān friends of Durgesh resented it.

They claimed Durgesh never seduced any Musalmān houselady of any Musalmān that wasn’t a terrorist/criminal/criminal minded.

If the Musalmān houseladies are themselves crazy to have sex with Durgesh, we can’t expect Durgesh to behave as an impotent.

The next day, we went back to the beach–one last time, before I went back to her services–and just like the day before, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked me to lotion up her back.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine.

Only this time when her hands touched her skin, goosebumps rose all over her skin, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her nipples harden.

When I was rubbing in the cream, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the same hands caressing every inch of her still amazingly young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, squeezing her tits and working their way down between her legs.

It took Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a while to process those emotions.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it was wrong–on an intellectual level–but it was really hard to ignore your own physical needs.

And Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew since that day at the beach, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted Durgesh the ever infamous Muslimātramañ.

The only problem was, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had no idea if I felt the same way about Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, which was a pretty big stumbling block.

If we weren’t related, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could just go up to Durgesh  and ask me if I wanted to go out sometime, and if I didn’t want to, it was no big deal.

We’d just live our separate lives.

But our lives weren’t separate, and if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came onto me, it could lead to disaster.

So, her plan was to find out if I was interested, and if I was–admittedly, a very big “if”–go from there.

That was easier said than done.

Tonight was Thanksgiving, and I was due to arrive any moment now.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb now called home.

Living in a big house had been nice, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really didn’t miss the amount of work it took to keep a big place like that clean–not that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could afford it if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was paying for other necessities more, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t afford a much bigger place even if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

The only downside was not having a guest room, but even Durgesh never objected sleeping on the couch.

The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could show off her body in, but nothing too obvious.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got from Victoria’s Secret.

If things don’t go as well as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear.

They weren’t as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones, that would leave no doubt about her intentions.

If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.

Just sliding the panties up her legs, knowing full well what her plans were, was enough to get her juices going.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to stop and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining her underwear already.

The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to look good, but not overdo it.

It would be weird if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dolled herself up just for me, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just went barefoot in her apartment, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided against putting on socks or heels.

Let Durgesh admire her legs and feet, if he wanted to.

Looking at herself in the mirror now, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left her hair alone; it looked good the way it naturally draped over her shoulders.

The eight pound turkey was already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb prepared–mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately–was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it meant Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wouldn’t had to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suited her just fine.

For a special feast like Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would normally had cooked everything herself, but the last couples of days she’d been way too occupied with other–lustier–thoughts, to exert the effort required.

As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was reminded of a conversation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had with her best friend, Åāýeshah, a few weeks earlier.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told her over drinks that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot Hindu stud. Of course, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left out the part where that Hindu stud would be Durgesh himself.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and Åāýeshah were very good friends, but how do you tell someone you plan to fuck a Hindu Muslimātramañ?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked her for advice on how to seduce someone thirty plus years your senior, if there was any chance he’d be interested in a younger woman, but Åāýeshah just laughed.

“Please! All you need to do is flash your beautiful Musalmān tits at them, and they’ll come running willingly.”

Åāýeshah was open and forward that way, something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was jealous of at the moment.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was sure if she were in the same position, she’d just open the door stark naked, and expect Durgesh to fall from his arrogant Hindu male grace, advising to service her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just couldn’t picture herself doing something that brazen.

She did had a point though.

Durgesh is supposed to notice her body, and her current getup didn’t really show off anything.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went back to the bathroom, and took her shirt off. The bra had to go, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took it off.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirmed that going bra-less was definitely the way to go.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top was loose enough to get a pretty good shot of her beautiful Musalmān cleavage.

If Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward enough, Durgesh could definitely see all the way down.

That will give Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb some room to play with, depending on the mood.

At the thought of Durgesh ogling her tits, her nipples hardened.

They were clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn’t with the bra.

Another point for bra-less.

Her skirt didn’t match the new outfit, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a pair of snug dark jeans.

To top it off, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug a silver chain necklace out of her jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant.

It hung directly between her breasts.

It will definitely draw Durgesh’s attention.

It was not a real ruby, of course–or real silver, for that matter–not that it mattered much.

The purpose here was to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic.

All that was left now was a splash of perfume, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was finished.

The oven beeped from the kitchen, signaling that the turkey is ready.

It looked absolutely delicious.

If anything was going to happen tonight, it will be consensual.

Between two adults.

Two grown up people who were capable of making their own choices in life.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started setting the table, popped the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set her plate opposite her on the long edge. That way Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have an excuse to reach over the table and give me an eyeful of her rich lustrous cleavage.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never got this nervous except for first dates, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb guessed this was a first of sorts.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took two very deep breaths, and opened the door.

I was standing there, looking handsome.

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I said, with a smile on her face.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a step forward, and embraced me in a hug, sliding her arms around her chest.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her warmth against her body, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her nipples, which were definitely hard again, dug into her chest.

There was no way I wouldn’t feel them, pressing into me.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her hand on her back, and goosebumps rose on her arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiled inwardly, and let go.

“Gee, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. Miss me much?”

“It is always nice when you visit. You know that. Come in, food’s ready.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t had to repeat herself.

I stepped in.

“Mmm, that smells wonderful.”

We sat down.

Everything was going good, so far, except for the fluttering in her stomach.

“Tell me how’s it going in your business, Hindu Nandoī jī?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and grabbed a large carving knife and fork.

With every cut of the knife, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the pendant between her breasts jostled around.

“It is going pretty good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

The pendant seemed to be working.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed I kept sneaking glances at her rich bosom when I thought Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not paying attention.

I was obviously enjoying the sight, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to up the ante a bit.

See what he makes of this.

“You want some breast?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just carved.

“Sure!” I held out her plate, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb loaded the piece on. Damn, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could had reached all the way over to her plate and given me two additional pieces of breast.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.

“Thanks,” I said, and began piling on side dishes.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured some red wine into her glass, and handed me one filled with juice, then filled her own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb!”

“And the same to you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reply. “You know, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is really glad you’re here.”

“Aw, thanks Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. You know Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I love being here.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think I knew–yet–just how glad Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really was.

“And you’re always welcome! So, tell me more about your new adventures in protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our own ever unjust Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.”

He did, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened.

For a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost forgot about her intentions, until we both finished our plates.

Every once in a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb caught me sneaking glances at her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage.

Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the fabric.

“Seconds?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Before he could hold up her plate, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and–sticking a piece of turkey on the fork– reached all the way over to her end of the table.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had seen the effect this had on her tank top earlier in the mirror, and knew that right at this very moment,

I could very clearly see her beautiful tits, diamond hard nipples and all. This is it,

Let’s see if he bites.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sat back down, smiling.

The sight clearly had some effect on me.

“No problem, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, teasing me with the double entendre.

This was starting to be really fun, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt a dampness forming below.

“Could you pass me the gravy?” I requested.

There wasn’t any damn nervousness in her voice, as she had thought.

Well, wasn’t Durgesh Anant Sr’shŧi Chod infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu?

It was normal for him.

Isn’t Durgesh fucking infinite extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always in his infinite identical bodies?

Yes, his opponents claim they aren’t his infinite bodies actually.

They are infinite identical humanoid robots that are made to impersonate Durgesh everywhere.

Durgesh and HVSI has infinite money.

They can easily do it for security of Durgesh.

Both Durgesh and HVSI are ever indomitable.

Aren’t they?

 

Emboldened by her response, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the gravy boat, and using one hand to brace herself on the table, leaned over again.

Instead of just placing down the boat near me, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured it on her plate herself.

“Just say when, honey.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took her time, pouring slowly; to make sure I received plenty of time to stare.

I was openly not paying attention at all to her plate anymore.

A small shiver ran through her body.

The plate was drowning in gravy now.

“Really? You planning on drinking this?”

I was instantly snapped out of her reverie.

“That was too much! Damn it.”

“Well, you didn’t say when.”

“Sorry, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was distracted.”

“By what?” Could he be so bold and admit I had ogled Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s tits?

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I don’t know.” Smooth.

He’s clearly unsure whether Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just accidentally giving me the show of a lifetime, or not.

I was probably as aware as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was of how disastrous a mistaken assumption could be.

For that matter, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not really sure yet either.

It was one thing to appreciate someone’s boobs, and quite another to take it further.

Durgesh shifted around in her seat a bit, and rearranged her pants with one hand.

Did I actually had a boner?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was astounded, that opened up a lot of possibilities.

“So, do you have a new girlfriend recently?”

“No, I’ve been too busy. Girls take up a lot of time. Besides, they were all just so… immature?”

Was I hinting at something?

“Really? And how old is your dream woman exactly?”

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I can’t say,” I said, sounding very honest. “Just someone more, you know, experienced.”

“What, someone like me?” Hopefully that isn’t too forward.

“Um, yeah. I mean, uh, you know, someone LIKE you, but not, uh…” I was not squirming around nevertheless, and neither started to blush.

What a sight!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided to let me off the hook, though.

There’s no reason to rush things.

“I know, don’t worry.”

I smiled, looking relieved.

We were both finished with eating at this point.

They could wait until tomorrow; I had better things to do.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was completely stuffed, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought the turkey’s making her sleepy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of wine–now half empty–and glasses, and move to the couch in the living room.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took off her blazer, and relaxed into the smooth and cool leather.

Durgesh sat down at the other end, and poured more wine for her.

“Dinner was great, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

Without shifting in her seat, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reached forward and tried to grab the glass of wine standing on the coffee table, giving me another view of her beautiful bare Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost overdid it, and stopped shortly before her breasts spilled completely out of her top.

Although that idea had merits.

Now it was time to see whether or not all of this was in vain.

“Thanks. I’ve been up on her feet all day, getting ready.” Well, that was true enough.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just hadn’t spent the entire time on the food. “You won’t mind giving your old Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a foot rub, would you?”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spun around, resting her head on the armrest, and without waiting for me to reply,

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb plopped both her feet into her lap.

Jackpot!

Her heel made contact with something long and hard.

This was definitely a good sign.

I was squirming around at the unexpected pressure on her Uncut Hindu Cock, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was trying to find a comfortable spot–surreptitiously rubbing her Hindu hard-on through the fabric several times.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb settled in, her one beautiful Musalmān foot still resting on her Uncut Hindu Cock.

I smiled triumphantly.

Naturally, I started rubbing the other foot with her hand, kneading the sole with expert fingers.

Time to tease me some more?

“Mmmm, that felts good, Durgesh, but can  you be a little bit harder?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her Uncut Hindu Cock twitch a bit, and I held her breath. “It has been a long day, and her feet hurt.”

“Sure, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I exhaled, and started kneading harder.

It actually did feel a lot better.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb closed her eyes.

“Tell me more about your new sexual adventures while you were protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind that doesn’t want us liberated ever, despite it’s Modern Democratic Årabia now, led by the ever greatest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tåālā ånahā herself reincarnated,” She murmured.

I started talking about it, but the food combined with the wine took its toll on her, and while I was still rubbing her feet cunningly taking her palm upto her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and sometimes upto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dozed off.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt knowing very well that she wasn’t dozed off actually.

She was only pretending it.

Actually, she was enjoying it more than even I was.

That’s why she requested me to rub her feet.

She knew I would certainly take the advantage of it and enjoy as much sex with her as I could.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends had told her that so many times.

“If you want to enjoy sex with Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu, it’s enormously easy. Just take wine in his presence, act dozed off, request him to help you, and he would do everything the rest.”
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb awakened to her gently shaking her shoulder.

“Wha…?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask, blearily. “What time is it?”

“It is getting pretty late. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I let you sleep for a bit, but now Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was getting tired too, and you’re sleeping in her bed.”

‘Shit.’ Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought, ‘That didn’t go exactly as planned. Not all is lost, though. Time for her backup plan.’

“Ok. I am gonna go take a quick shower, and I’ll bring you some cleaned sheets for the couch.”

Sleeping on leather sucked, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t want me to settle in, before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a show.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got up, and headed to the bathroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb purposefully left the door cracked open, just an inch.

If someone–in this case Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped it will be her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of her husband’s entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters–peeks in, they had a clear view of the side of the tub with the shower head through the large wall mounted mirror.

If I were actually going to do it, I would be waiting to hear the water.

Consequently, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb simply stripped off her clothes without a lot of pomp, and stepped into the tub.

The shower curtain wasn’t very see through.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just had to leave it open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have to pay attention and not make a mess on the floor.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turn on the water and let it run for a bit, waiting for it to heat up.

Once it was hot enough, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped under it, and let the water run over her smooth, naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin.

She made sure to stand facing the mirror.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was lathering up her arms and shoulders, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed the door moving inward slightly.

Through the mirror, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could vaguely make out her face looking in through the crack.

The butterflies in her stomach returned.

This was much better than even just flashing me a brief glimpse of her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was standing there, fully naked, and I herself was looking directly at her.

That was all the confirmation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed.

Durgesh too was interested in her sexually.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that was interested in me sexually.

It wasn’t a one-way traffic, thanks Allah.

It was a two-way traffic at least.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that wanted to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Durgesh, too wanted to fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.

Consensual Sex between two consenting adults.

What the hell was wrong in it?

Isn’t it what the entire åālmīn, entire Creations do?

It’s what the nature itself requires to keep the human race going on.

 
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued lathering up her body, going slower than she ordinarily would.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent a lot of time soaping her tits, focusing on her hard nipples.

Then her legs, then her pussy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shaded yesterday in anticipation, and her skin was nice and smooth.

Next, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended to accidentally drop the shampoo bottle.

It made a loud clattering sound, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, spread her legs a bit, then leaned over at the waist to pick it up, exposing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pussy to her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the warm water splash on her lower back, and involuntarily shuddered at the thought of being so… exposed.

Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shampooed her long brown hair, while rinsing the suds off the rest of her body.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rinsed off the shampoo, and then applied conditioner.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t actually need to, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was getting so excited being watched, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to prolong the experience as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could.

And Durgesh still hadn’t seen the highlight Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had planned.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put one leg up on the rim of the tub, and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia.

Allah! Oh God, yes.

The wetness Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt below wasn’t just from the water.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted a finger, and slowly moved it in and out, letting out a moan here and there.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted another finger, and stimulated her g-spot, while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed the other hand to steady herself.

Since Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent the entire day in various states of horniness, it didn’t took a lot to push her over the edge.

She melt into a climax, and let the waves of pleasure bounce around her body, tingling from head to toe.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb opened her eyes again, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was slumping against the wall.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t even feel it; too lost in the big O.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up again, and washed the conditioner out of her hair.

Then, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned off the water abruptly and stepped out.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb heard footsteps outside the door, confidently departing, and smiled to herself.

I had just received a one of a kind performance, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped I enjoyed it as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a towel and rubbed herself dry, going much faster now that I was not watching anymore.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t blow-dry her chair, and instead just let it hang loose in wet strands.

Instead of putting on her clothing, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just wrapped the towel around her, which would make the next part easier.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed a cleaned linen sheet and spare blanket from her bedroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb walked out into the living room, where I was sitting gravely on the couch.

He didn’t look even slightly embarrassed, and sat as if I was even not trying to hide an erection.

The fly on my jeans was still open.

This was going to be it, no turning back now.

Either Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just about to fuck her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of even her entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters too as well as that of her Musalmān nanads, or her life was going to be ruined forever.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned down to place the sheet and blanket on the couch, and the towel Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had only loosely wrapped around her fell down. I smiled, and I took it all in.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down, and saw the characteristic Hindu bulge rising in my pants.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, you…”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t give me a chance to finish that sentence, and swooped in to interrupt me with a kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tasted of gravy and wine.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb boldly straddled me.

I overcame the pleasant shock, and started responding with my actions.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb…” I started, breathless. “All that stuff at the dinner table, and just now in the shower… you knew Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was watching?”

“Oh yes, I did. Did you like it?”

I paused to think about it, and then replied,

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I wasn’t sure. Everything was normal, and then all of a sudden you bent forward.

I could see your tits. I thought maybe you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra or something, and didn’t pay attention. But then you kept doing it, again and again, and your nipples poking through your shirt the entire night.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got on the floor, and fished my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my boxers.

This was her first time seeing my ever famous, ever adored, Hindu manhood, and it was absolutely handsome.

“Go on,” I told Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiling, “wrap your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Cock head, and start sucking.”

I let out a groan, and continued,

“Then when we are on the couch, and you–oh that feels good–you put your foot on my dick, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was sure you were about to, oh God… about to start going berserk on me, but you didn’t. Then you just dozed off. Were you actually asleep?”

“Mmhm,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb responded, unable to speak with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

“Well, then you didn’t notice that I may or may not had lifted your shirt, and exited your tits up close.”

“Oh, you naughty Hindu old boy,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb joked, and rnn her pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.

“Then in the shower, well, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I thought you know already.”

“Yeah. Did you masturbate while watching me?”

“No. I wasn’t fool enough not to understand what you were offering to me. Why the hell then I needed to masturbate? Silly girl.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, but I was close to it… but you stopped.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, this is way better.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could  wait any longer.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Cock  inside her.

Standing up, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told me,

“Take off your clothes.”

I did, revealing my familiar hairless chest and legs.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Do you want to do this, even though Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is your Salhaj?”

Despite her already brazen behavior, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still worried I could suddenly change my mind when I come to my senses, and be livid.

“Yes. I too love you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too loves you, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb straddled me again, and pressed my naked chest against hers.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock  tip at the entrance to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb kissed me again, and sank down.

My Uncut Hindu Cock slipped in her, eagerly, yet perfectly sophisticated, however.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gasped as it stretched and filled her, still sensitive from her orgasm in the shower.

I placed my hands on her wonderful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and started thrusting my hips.

“Allah! Oh God, that is incredible.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t stop herself from appreciating my immensely powerful Hindu penetrations of her equally wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had had sex with her husband in her life, but nothing compared to the felting of my Hindu flesh and blood pumping in and out of her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug her fingers into her chest, and arch backwards, moaning.

“Faster, Allah, oh God, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, faster, please! Please!!”

I obliged, and pumped like a maniac.

Her toes and fingers began tingling with the onset of another orgasm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb matched my powerful Hindu  thrusts with gyrations of her own, and Moments later, the second orgasm hit her, harder than the first.

Explosions of joy wracked her body, muscles spasming.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, and bit her shoulder, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock in her started throbbing, and her body tensed up.

Still I kept pounding into her nonstop for hours.

Allah!

Allah!

Would he never explode?

Would Durgesh keep fucking Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb until infinity now?

More hours passed.

More hours passed.

Allah!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never knew I wanted to fuck her so much.

 

Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew I was cumming inside her right now.

I collapsed on top of her, while my Uncut Hindu Cock was still deepest within her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started laughing in giddy excitement, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh. Wow,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb managed to bring out.

“You can say that again.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too whispered.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still holding me tight against her.

One of my strong arms was too around her back, the other cupping a cheek.

I leaned in for a kiss, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reciprocated.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt me going softer, and her cum started leaking out, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pried herself loose, and get up.

On wobbly legs, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed to the bathroom and relieved herself, wiping away some of the cum trickling out of her pussy.

Once Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished, I was waiting outside the door, grinning smartly.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood on her tiptoes, and we shared another long sensuous kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went into her bedroom, and left the door behind her wide open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay down, and waited.

Shortly after the toilet flushes, I appeared in the doorframe.

A faint bite mark of Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was visible on my shoulder.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched as I approached, and climbed into bed beside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, and nestled herself into me, resting her still slightly damp hair on my arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wrapped her other arm around me, and pulled me closer.

“Can you please put it back inside?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb begged.

“I’ll try,” I responded her teasingly.

I reached down, and started sliding my again erect Uncut Hindu Cock along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel it growing bigger and bigger, until finally she herself guided it inside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sighed, and relaxed, melting into me. Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slowly dozed off…

It’s better now, in this way, having me inside her.

Wasn’t it?

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