It must be respected: 3Posted: December 6, 2015
It must be respected
I felt it quite natural when a woman found her ways of sexuality to be discovered in a new aspect or to find the way of releasing the so long suppressed tension, the freedom made her not a slut, not a slut in real sense of the term.
So was with Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat and with the meek and mild, introvert, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.
I made love to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat all the night.
We were gasping for breath after each fuck.
We soaked in sweat; the bed sheet was all wet.
We once changed the sheet and took a shower.
She cleaned my sticky Hindu Semen out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, soaped me and I cleaned her.
We came back, all naked, and she offered me a juice.
Her husband kept costly wines and juices in the refrigerator.
She often took a sip or two when alone.
Her husband also asked her to join as he drank once a week.
She liked vodka.
I loved the sight, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pouring drink, adding ice and we sipped together lying on the bed.
She felt ready as soon as the drink was over.
We started, this time I was lying on the bed on back and she was riding me.
She enjoyed the wildest sex ever, the way she had always dreamt but never experienced.
We slept little that night.
In the morning, she felt shame when she got up late at nine o’clock.
I was still sleeping and my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard again.
She lowered her lips, took my entire Hindu shaft in her thirty years old, extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started to suck it as she had seen in the blue Films.
As she began to suck, it made me awake.
I took Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s head with both hands and she raised her eyes not stopping.
She looked in my eyes and continued sucking.
I began to groan,
“What are you doing, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat?”
“I’m sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock that has made me a real woman last night, and I want to suck it till it feeds me the hot Hindu semen in the morning.”
I felt like heaven, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat giving me the incredible morning blowjob.
As I came in her mouth, I sensed she also came with me.
She sucked the load, lapped all that was flowing through her lips and mouth and she lay on the bed exhausted.
We started in the missionary position and I came inside her in the morning.
She also came furiously with me.
As the pleasant feeling was over, she hurried.
It was time her house cleaner to come.
She dressed in her nightgown, gathered her frock from last night, gave me the t-shirt and pant I was wearing and urged me to rush back to my room.
We realized, we had not even locked the roof-top entrance, neither did I locked my room.
I rushed back and found everything all right.
She came upstairs after an hour.
She was wearing a silken sari and a sleeveless blouse.
She looked amazing in the green sari.
Her make- up was deep, deep red lipstick and blushers made her a Ħūr.
She stood on the door; lifting one hand holding the door, the other was on her waist.
The sari was lowered more than usual, revealing her fair tummy and the deep naval in full view.
She crooked her head to one side, and blinked one eye, impishly.
I could hardly control myself.
I rushed to her, began kissing and caressing her breasts under cover.
She began moaning.
I led her to my table, lowered her on the table, she held the table bending upon it, while standing legs apart.
I was on her back and had already tugged up the sari to her waist.
She looked back and found me on my knees, my hands parting her ass cheeks.
“Oh, Durgesh, please, start fucking. I had grown so hot and horny.”
She was panting.
I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock from behind and thrusting her head on the table in one hand and catching her slander waist with the other, I began to fuck her furiously.
She caught her sari and petticoat with both hands up to her waist as I fucked.
She groaned loud,
“Oh Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu Piyā ! Fuck me, fuck me hard, and make me your own. I want you to come in my Musalmān Pussy, make me a mother now. I want your baby to come out of my fucking Musalmān Pussy.”
This made me more excited.
I began to pump furiously.
With the groaning and thumping, we came together.
I bent upon her and she whispered,
“Come on, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover, do you like fucking Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat? Do you like to fuck her to make her pregnant? I know you like it. I want to be a mother of your baby, and I am serious. I am on the fertility period. I am damn sure you have already done it for us infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
We kissed long and made love again, this time on my own bed.
We did it on other beds, in the dining room after the meal and in the bathroom and on the open terrace at night.
She had never felt so sexy before.
The two days were short for us and we wanted more but her family came back.
Yet, at night, after the others had gone to sleep, I came down.
We made wild sex the whole night.
She felt sad when her husband arrived.
But the days were our time, her family going to the shop and her husband to office.
Her son was in the school.
She told me after a few days, that her period had stopped this month, which meant, I had made her pregnant.
We made wilder sex than before and now she squirts a lot.
She had grown an addict.
She told me that she had convinced her husband to fuck her at nights, and let me come inside, so that she could act as a faithful wife.
While saying, she laughed at her husband’s innocence, inability to fuck her so wild.
He had a cock, and he could even continue for at least five minutes.
But she loved me.
While fucking with her husband, she used to think of me, replacing her husband even.
We had been enjoying sex for more than two months, and we had experienced every possible position of love-making as she had seen in porn even.
After we came together, we even experimented on positions.
She had become a real sex addict of me.
She was already two-months pregnant.
I rubbed my hand on her belly; it had not yet started to reveal the bumps.
Her husband knew that she was pregnant and asked her to evacuate.
Being a mother at this age would be embarrassing, he thought.
But she was determined to be a mother again.
She told her husband, being a mother meant their love and marriage to revive from the cold stores.
I deserved a prize, to be the father of her son.
I had made a real woman out of her.
She was like a ghost before.
I made her alive, alive in sex and in every way. She could not stop loving Durgesh.
She could not dream losing me.
She begged me to shad her.
“Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I love you hairy. I love the bush and the hairy thighs of my beloved woman, and love her all hairy.”
“I know, but I really need it once. The hairy feelings were making me dim, and I want a change. My husband is desperate too. And I am sure; you will love the hairless look. Even my husband wants all my pubic hairs clean once.”
“I’m more than sure. Come on, do it for our illicit sex affair and our forthcoming child.”
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was excited.
She never dreamt of emerging a pure sex addict of me.
We made love the whole afternoon and she was still ready for the shad.
I promised it for the other day.
I thought, as the day will pass, she would dismiss the idea of shaving hairless.
As her husband left for office and her son was sent to school, she prepared herself.
She kissed me wet and deep and I caressed her body wrapped under sari and sleeveless blouse.
She was moaning.
I urged her to position herself as a bitch on the floor.
She did it immediately.
I tugged her sari from her back, making my way.
I fucked her from the back, brushing her thick pubic and rubbing her clit.
She came twice and I came in her.
As she stood up, I saw, my sticky Hindu juice was running down.
Now when I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūbs, I felt lonely.
Naturally, their boobs and buts attracted me.
Until the day, I thought highly of all of them.
But now, I felt attracted sexually more and more. I already was Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb’s first target.
I heard the beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies discussing about my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled triumphantly, naturally.
Their preparation began with messing around the porn magazines and chothe books on my bed that Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb regularly cleaned and kept in order.
I noticed one or two books were missing and a change in her attitude.
She was falling prey.
The chance came.
Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb went to Burdwan to visit their parents after her semester exam, and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb had to attend the class excursion for some two weeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb and I, the two were alone.
I came back from the office and lay on the bed leaving open the deliberately put there porn magazines around.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb came back and saw me there sleeping.
I was careless ostensibly.
My Hindu erection was huge and was seen from under the pajama pants.
It was really huge.
She gazed at the size.
It was really unbelievable.
She felt damp from under her panty.
She felt hot and horny.
Her nipples erected.
She could hardly control herself.
She took a quick shower and put on a sari in a strange manner.
The sari came to her knees only, and she did not put on a petticoat or a blouse.
The nipples were pricking at.
She came to her bed, lay on her belly and called for me.
I was ready.
I came to see her lying so.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb asked,
“Will you please give me a quick message? I am soaring.”
I uttered silently, aside,
‘Oh sure. Not only message, a Hindu Semened fuck also. And you will feel sore more than ever.’
But practically I kept silent and came near to her.
Her back was mostly open.
It was so fair and sleek.
“Why don’t you remove the sari from the back?”
I did not wait for her.
Her back was visible, and I began to caress her fair back from the lower hips to the shoulder.
I was straddling her so I could sit on her lovely Musalmān ass.
My Hindu erection was tickling her.
She was leaking, and with no pantied on, her juice was running through her thighs.
She tried her best to keep her moaning silent, biting her lower lips.
I was messaging her back with care.
Her hairy legs were visible to me now.
It was heating us both.
She then turned on her back and the sari removed from her bosoms.
I gasped at her white boobs.
She did not try to cover them.
She was more than determined to have me.
She stared at my eyes.
Then she whispered,
“Do you like my boobs, Durgesh? Don’t you want to touch them?”
I was mesmerized.
They were really soft.
I took the brown nipples between my thumb and index fingers and began to twist them hard.
She moaned loud,
I lowered my lips and kissed her nipples, licked them, bit them and then took them in my firm hands to fondle.
She was moaning.
“Oh, Durgesh, don’t tease me like that. Do what you want.”
“What do I want, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? I want nothing. You wanted it.” I teased her more.
“Me and fuck you? Are you joking? I never wanted to fuck any one of you ever.”
She hissed, dragged me by my shoulder and placed my face on her boobs, herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was immensely eager to proceed.
She lowered my lips towards her belly and she pulled me by my hair.
She was dying for me to be there in her.
I tugged her sari up to her waist and she immediately parted her legs.
It said that she was familiar with this.
It was a reflex act that told her it was time that she will be either penetrated or kissed on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was leaking like a tap.
She did not care for my response.
She was determined to satisfy herself.
I knew everyone of them was determined to make me her own, so that she could have me all forever.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb even helped me by parting herself more.
She removed my hands and put them under her buts.
They were firm and in shape.
She was furious how the hell I never dreamt of caressing those buttocks!
Yet now, they were all mine.
She made me to caress them firmly.
She only whispered back loud.
I was now attentive to the firm, hard-as-nuts clitoris of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb compelled me to do it.
She began to moan loud.
And as her clit was touched, she came; she came furiously, never so hard before.
She almost fainted.
I took my time kissing her.
I was tugging her bushy pubic and her hairy thighs.
She was sure I liked it hairy.
As she recovered her breath, she embraced me.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered in my ears,
“You made me happy with your rubbing only! Don’t you want to please me with your Hindu tool inside also?”
“Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, won’t you regret? It is still not too late to go back.”
“Then you will marry me and we will leave all our relatives for our love.
“It is not love only; it is your body that betrays.”
“And our bodies will love each other once you make me satisfied or I make you so. Come. We are free to do what we like. Our body needs it. We must not neglect the needs of our body.”
She hauled me on her and untied the knot of my pajama.
My Hindu erection was bulging.
As it was free, she took in her hand and placed it on her cracks.
She even did not hesitate to push.
With a deep moaning, she responded to the deep Hindu thrust of mine.
I was half into her.
She was gasping.
I was really huge.
She could not imagine it.
I pushed further and she moaned louder.
Now, there was no use for me to resist anymore.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was determined to fuck me.
When I was totally into her, she kissed me on my lips; we kissed passionately like lovers and beloved, as we had chosen it.
There was no way of going back now.
Neither Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb wanted to go back ever.
She was even determined not to allow me.
She wanted me inside her forever.
There was no use in resisting her.
She had done already what she wanted to.
I began to pump.
She began to thump back raising her butt meeting my thrust.
I increased my speed.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb tangled me with her legs.
She held me with her legs and her hands were on my broad back, her fingers playing with my hair.
I rose on my knees and slightly changed the position.
I pulled apart her legs holding her knees and began to fuck furiously.
She was dripping.
She was moaning loud.
I lowered my mouth to kiss her.
She met my lips and then began to moan louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock was furiously ramming through her wet Musalmān Pussy walls.
“Oh! Fuck me! Faster, Durgesh! Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Yeah! Aghhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Fester! Faster! I’m coming! Coming, coming! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!”
She was clawing at my back and kept on shouting as she came.
She arched up and down holding my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly gripped with her Musalmān Pussy lips.
I was pushing faster as she came greatly.
I felt her throbbing Musalmān Pussy as she was panting.
I did not stop.
And another orgasm built into her.
I pounded her as hard as possible, my big throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was moving faster than before in her wet, slippery Musalmān Pussy.
Her Musalmān Pussy walls were clamping down on my Uncut Hindu Cock; I felt that my sexy Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was trying hard to make me come also.
She was panting and her lips met mine in passion. I thrust my rigid Hindu hardness as deep as I could and felt her Musalmān Pussy plastering around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I pulled back with all my strength and she gasped in awe.
She moaned deep,
I pumped harder and she climaxed again.
Holding me, she came again.
As I kept on jamming her Musalmān Pussy, I felt her come.
Ultimately, I could not resist any more.
I came in her Musalmān Pussy.
I came hard.
She felt a cascade of hot Hindu shower flowing into her Musalmān Pussy.
The force, the hot sensation, the feeling of my Hindu semen filling her, the dream of being a perfect sex addict of me, made her come again.
She came again with full-throated moaning and held me tight with the legs and hands.
She took a few minutes to catch her breath.
Then kissing my forehead she said,
“That was more than beautiful, Durgesh. It was great! You are really so amazing! My every lady friend reported me correct.”
“Fuck the people, Durgesh! Who is going to know about our secret if we do not reveal this? And one more thing, you are the first, last and the best man whoever fucked me ever. I’ve never come such a way before. And you beat me, Durgesh. I could not make you come clamping your big Uncut Hindu Cock! I think, you should always give me one more chance to beat you. Wouldn’t you?”
“Oh! Come on! You will never be able to beat me Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.”
“Are you serious? Remember this, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover! You are insulting me.”
“Ok! Done! You can never beat me.”
“That means we’ll do it again! Doesn’t it?”
“Yes! And what’ll be the prize?”
She thought a little.
“If you win, you get whatever you want. And if I win, I’ll get whatever I want about fucking. Done?”
“About fucking? And the hard limit? How many chances we get?”
“As many as we can in the coming week.”
“You are a real sex addict of me, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb! You know, whoever looses, you will get one more chance, and, it’ll continue. You are a real fucking sex addict of me.” I put my lips on her lips and we began to kiss.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock was ready in her Musalmān Pussy and she had already begun to thrust beneath.
She rolled over me.
She began to up and down her round Musalmān buttocks.
She was dripping.
She had had now enough experience how to ride a man.
She did not miss a pump.
I took her boobs in my hands, and enjoyed caressing them.
She was pumping fast.
And she was sure nearing.
I knew I would never come at least within next ten minutes.
So I was meeting her thrust passionately.
I put my hands on her round Musalmān buttocks, and then slowly removed her sari untying it.
She was panting.
The inhuman task of riding such a big Uncut Hindu Cock made her sweating also.
She was all dripping within and out.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my gaauuuuud! It was so greaaaaaaat! Durgesh… It was sooooooooo fucking great … Ahhhhhh… ughh… Ummmmm… Ahhhh… Fuck it…Fuck me Durgesh… Ohhh fuck me… fuck me… make me your wife, your sex addict…ohhhhhh…”
And she came furiously.
As she came, her body arched back, her Musalmān Pussy pointed forward!
What a needy sex addict of me!
She came great!
“Mmmmmm! Durgesh! You are amazing! You are just incredible, Durgesh! You are just amazing, amazing.” She said, as she lay down beside me and kissed my lips.
“And I win again, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m still to come.”
“Yes, you win, My Lord, I’m your obedient slave, your needy sex addict. Order me what can I do for my Hindu Master?”
“Just give me a marvelous ashvinātam blowjob.”
“As my Hindu master orders!”
“If you can make me come within five minutes, you will get whatever you want as a prize.”
She took a long lick, gliding her tongue from my balls to the tip of my rigid, giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
Slipping the tip of her mouth, she ran her tongue over the end.
“Ummmmmmmm! So, that’s what I really taste!! I wander; I haven’t tasted so ever… Ummmmmmmmm…” she kept licking long strokes up the sides of the uncut Hindu Cock and nibbling the end.
She took the lovely Uncut Hindu Cock in her soft hand and began to stroke slowly up and down.
With her other hand, she was playing with my balls.
I felt great.
Still, I was yet to come in another five minutes.
“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh, when the fuck you are going to come for me? You are incredible! Ohhhhh…”
She started stroking faster and licking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was feeling great.
I began to moan closing my eyes.
I was shocked!
She placed her tongue on my asshole and while stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began to lick my anus!
I was shocked.
I did not think her to suck my asshole.
And there she was, a real sex addict of me, sucking my asshole with so much passion!
She placed a finger on my asshole and began to push it.
That was too much.
I started moaning loud.
I felt the tension building in my balls.
She was desperate to satisfy me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Ohhhhhhhh myyyyy Gauuuuuuud! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, don’t stop! I’m coming; I’m coming for you, oh my God, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, take meeee in your fucking mouth… You, you Durgesh-fucker bitch, Ohhhhhhhh…”
And I came.
I came in her mouth.
I thought, I would never stop coming.
My whole body was throbbing.
She could not swallow all the loads.
She felt she would chock.
As she gulped, some of my loads ran out of her mouth and down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
When I stopped coming, I fell on the bed.
It was so satisfying!
She was still sucking the last drop of my loads.
She winked at me and then came to lie beside me.
“Did I win the bet, my Hindu master? I think I did.”
“Yes, you win Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You took me by surprise.”
“Let me allow you to take by more surprises. After all, I am now myself experienced in fucking you, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover!”
We embraced each other, kissed passionately and fell asleep.
It was evening when we awoke.
She hurried to get out of the bed.
She was feeling so light.
A satisfying fuck from me always made her relaxed.
She kissed my forehead with care and then entered the bathroom.
She washed her Musalmān Pussy, put her finger in to tug out the remaining Hindu Semen inside and washed carefully.
She was on safe period, so, she did not need any contraceptive for the next one week, and the course of fuck will be a real adventure.
She stood up only to find that she had not brought her clothes.
Her sari was on the bed.
She needed something to wear.
So, she called out,
“Durgesh, cab you hand me over my sari and a petticoat from the wardrobe?”
“Why do you need a sari, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? Sālī, Come out. You look awesome in nothing. Come out.”
“Awesome? Are you joking? Can you imagine, how do I look? It is so embarrassing. Please, please, Durgesh, give me something to wear.”
So, she came out as on the day she was born.
She was gorgeous, her hair was loose, and it came until her knees.
She was covering her boobs with her thick hair.
She came out and went towards the kitchen, her bouncing Musalmān ass made me mad.
I followed her to the kitchen.
She was standing before the kitchen table and boiling milk.
I came over, held her from behind her waist and kissed her neck.
She was shocked and jumped back.
“Allah! Oh my God! You are so naughty, Durgesh. Don’t disturb me. I’m cooking.”
“Then let me fuck you here and now while cooking.”
“No! Let me make you a glass of milk, and then you get the chance. Now, go back to my bed. Remember, I’ve won the last bet.”
“Yes, darling! Okay.” I kissed her neck, teased her nipples and went back to bed.
She came back, still naked, with two glasses of milk and we two fed each other the milk.
I kissed her lips.
“I’ll never get you marry someone else, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are all mine. You are my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, and I’m your Hindu hubby. That’s final. Do you understand?”
She stared at me with a lusty intensity, as if she approved me as her Hindu husband.
She took my Hindu erection in her soft hands and began to fondle.
As I was getting hard, she quickly kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into her mouth, bringing my hnnmanhood back up to full length.
I reached down to grasp a generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, forcing more of my Hindu length into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She responded eagerly, working her lips down my shaft and gobbling up more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, moaning as she worked me to the back of her throat.
She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she hungrily gobbled up my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She finally released it, her hand still pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my big giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
She looked up at me, now her fucking partner, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes.
I knelt on the floor, hands reaching up to her hips while I faced her delightfully full Musalmān ass.
I kissed her buttocks all over, letting the kisses nearer her inner thigh linger sensually and teasingly.
She gasped as I began kissing my way closer to her sex, reaching up and spreading her buttocks open to expose her to me.
I could feel her trembling as I held her like that, shamelessly exposed to my lusty Hindu eyes, tingling with excitement and apprehension at my next move.
I smiled to watching her rosebud twitch nervously, as if it sensed the sordid thoughts in my head as I licked lips. Her Musalmān Pussy lips, thick and curly, quivered as they hung low and heavy.
The slightest of pink, peeked out from between them, enticing me into her waiting sex.
I stood up and hooking my hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet, kissing her passionately.
I turned her away from me, taking her to the wall and pressed her up against the wall roughly.
She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a meter.
I pressed against into her back, forcing her to push her ass out in a nice ‘fuck-me’ pose.
She looked a delightfully sex addict of meaty picture.
She was a real sex addict of me.
Her legs were splayed and ass sticking out, waiting to be fucked.
She craned her neck back and smiled at me invitingly, willing me to take her again.
I nudged up close to her, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inching towards her twat.
She mewed expectantly as I pressed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock head at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, massaging it up and down, smearing it with her copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt slime.
She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.
My fat Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing menacingly against her Musalmān vulva, threatening to force it open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.
I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned me with that sexy place.
She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot and needy.
I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to console her and sooth her trembling fearful body.
I took hold of her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat Uncut Hindu Cock head press into her sphincter.
I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.
I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled to accommodate me.
I leaned forward and took an ample amount of her long, black hair in my hand, pulling her head back.
She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again.
I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head back at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, coating it again with her slippery Musalmān juices.
Placing my Uncut Hindu Cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.
Gradually I eased further and further into her.
Pumping gently when I sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.
Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight Musalmān asshole.
Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm.
As her breathing eased I began feeding her more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, listening to the delightful guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far into her.
Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enter her magnificently tight anal couldal.
I held her wide round, sexy, bumpy Musalmān ass as I began pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Ashshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ssssssssssss..” she moaned loud,
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again.
Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.
Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were wide with intensity.
I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tortured rear.
I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her bowels.
We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling of being connected in such a nasty way.
She was panting as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into my Uncut Hindu Cock sensually.
I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting deeply into her guts.
She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her Musalmān rectum.
She whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.
It was time for me to finish what I had started.
She grunted as I began humping away again.
She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold her steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole again.
I fucked her easily now.
Despite the continuing tightness of her Musalmān sphincter, she accepted my large, fat, erected Uncut Hindu Cock easily inside her hole.
“HMMMNNN… Give it to me. Give it to me hard.” She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her. “Hit it. Hard.”
I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to jiggle.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Harder… More… More… hit it… hit it harder…” She began chanting deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat Uncut Hindu Cock ravished her Musalmān rectum.
Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she knew would be another mind shattering orgasm.
I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ruined Musalmān sphincter.
“Fuck it… oooohhhhhh… f-u-c-k-m-e-eeeeeee… Hit it… hit it… hit it… you want to fuck my Musalmān ass so fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She growled through gritted teeth as she thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Ultimately, I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I began thrusting into her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted her Musalmān asshole relentlessly.
“Yes… yes… like that… hit my ass like that… Tear it up… Destroy that ass… make it yours… Conquer it and make it yours… hit that ass and make me your whore… hit it… fuck your Musalmān whore…fuck your sexy Musalmān whore… fuck this sexy Musalmān bitch… tear up this Musalmān bitch’s asshole…, fuck this sexy bitch-whore… don’t you dare take your Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck… Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!”
She screamed, as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as I was giving her the final thrust.
I could barely make out her waling as she climaxed around greatly around my Uncut Hindu Cock, her entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I began emptying my balls into her sexy Musalmān ass, filling her Musalmān rectum with gallons of my Hindu spunk.
She tried desperately to escape my continued Hindu assault but I held her forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finisheded.
She wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I just kept plugging away at her now ruined Musalmān asshole.
The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her sloppy Musalmān ass.
Finally, I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and spamming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her powerful climax.
With just enough sanity left, I scurried over to her and kneeled by her head.
Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted face her to my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.
She turned her face away in fatigues, still reeling from her orgasm, just wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her senses.
But I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
She cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the sexy yellow streaks along the shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base of my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock.
Even as she continued wrenching, she diligently attended to my Uncut Hindu Cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.
I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my Uncut Hindu Cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a dejected purr leave her lips as if I’d taken away her favorite toy.
“Then, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, who wins this time?” I asked.
“Who could beat my Durgesh, my lord, my husband, my master and my fucker? But, tell me one thing, darling, you fuck other beautiful Musalmān girls very often, have they satisfied you better in this way?” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“No, my darling Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, my wife, my sex addict, I’ve fucked a Musalmān girl recently. We’ve started seeing and fucking each other. But, we did it for some three months only. She is pregnant now, and will give birth to our baby some four months later.”
“I wish I know that fortunate Musalmān lady.”
“Yes, you know. She was our Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, my Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Allah! Oh My God! You did Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pregnant? What a fuck!”
“She look stunning. Yet as she says about her husband, I wonder why she needed you? Her husband himself isn’t impotent she says.”
“It is unfair, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are underestimating me.”
“No no, my love, you are the best. But he was better than many others she told me. I really appreciate you. But it is a mystery that his wife did not appeal him.”
“That made a sense. Do you know Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat is as skilled as you are? She is a real bitch like you. Now, say me, what do I get as the winning treat?”
“You get whatever you want.”
“I want you nude all the time around until others come. And don’t put on underwear when you go out…ever.”
“As you wish, my lord.”
She made way to the kitchen in nude and I followed.
She untied her long hair that fell covering her ass.
She prepared to cook for us.
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