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Posted: December 10, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 36
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal sucked me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her hands between my legs.
She cupped and caressed my balls, before moving around to the front to join Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
I held their heads as they alternated, taking turns to suck me, to lick me, to tease me.
The contrast between them was amazing.
I knew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās so well, but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was different, grating her teeth over my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, biting me.
In addition, it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal who wanted my Hindu cum first.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew this as well, and moved behind her to hold her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as she sucked on me harder, drawing me deeper into her as I fucked her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
With a cry I came.
The first few jets of my Hindu cum gushed into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful young Musalmān mouth she rested onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
She turned quickly, still holding my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, sharing my Hindu cum.
I stood watching them, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund still hard, my mind abuzz with what was happening.
We moved to the bed.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now lying on her back with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās at her side.
I kissed them both, and then watched as they caressed each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over and licked what was left of my Hindu cum from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, before taking a ripe brown nipple into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking hard, biting gently.
I moved back to kneel between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s legs.
Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was shaved, her slit running with juices, her large clit and lips prominent and begging for attention.
I kissed up the inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs, tasting her silky soft female Musalmān skin.
I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, feeling her pushing up for more.
I rang my Uncut Hindu Lund back down, pausing at the clit.
Then I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices around it.
Her hand appeared.
Her finger rubbed her clit in a circular motion.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was panting, surges of pleasure running through her from the attention she was getting – from the attention her exquisite young Musalmān breasts were getting, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was getting, her clit was getting.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was grinding her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s thigh, needing some attention.
I ran my hand up to my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, pushing my finger inside her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was already serving Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot for me.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached across and pinched her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pulling on her nipples, both of them crying out.
I urged them on, and within seconds of each other we came, long drawn out orgasms that sent pleasure rushing through them.
We held onto each other, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still pushing onto my finger, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
As we relaxed, I moved to kiss Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and to share Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s taste with her, offering my thoroughly anointed ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ravenous Musalmān mouth.
Then I kissed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, before lying between them, hugging them.
We lay there kissing and cuddling, caressing each other, knowing that we all wanted more, but all content to savour the moment.
Gradually our touches and kisses became more urgent, more demanding.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund between them, before pushing me onto my back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed across me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hovering above my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached for me, and rubbed the head of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, across her clit.
With a sigh, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank down onto me, my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sliding deep inside her, into her incredibly hot and tight lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt her throbbing and squeezing around me.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to move up and down my length, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal swung her leg across my body, to sit on my chest, and slide her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, her back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
I kissed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again, enjoying her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān labial lips on my Hindu male lips.
My arms were around her, pulling her to me.
She lent against the wall above the bed, balancing herself as I pulled her to me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid up and down, as I thrust into her, the bed was shaking under our movements.
I reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, savouring their weight, their firmness.
I rubbed her nipples, teasing them, rubbing them between my finger and thumb.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, reaching around Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to join me in enjoying her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
I knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would come quickly, so I thrust up into her, meeting her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as it moved downwards, all the time working on Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet tasting lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed herself harder to me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries got louder, as she came again, as her juices poured from her.
Her movements slowed, and she climbed away from me.
She pulled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal back along my body.
I felt her wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smearing its juices down my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
And then it was immediately surrounded by another hot, wet lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
The feeling was incredible, moving so swiftly from one lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to another.
With a grin Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed me, before taking her turn to sit across me.
But she turned to face Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, pushing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back towards me, exposing her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my mouth, to my Uncut Hindu Lund.
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal took my Ever, stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, the girls reached for each other’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, leaning forward to kiss.
I stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s puckered hole to her clit, running along her wet slit, into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I fucked her wet, juicy lips, and fucked her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girls were pushing down on me, matching my ever powerful Hindu upward thrusts of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
My balls were on fire, my cum was hot inside them.
I groaned, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed harder, faster.
She was fucking me now even more wildly than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was trying her best to take away my Uncut Hindu Lund from Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s new Musalmān Choot but Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more ravenous now.
She never let Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās enjoy my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quite familiar young Musalmān Choot more than five or ten minutes, before again aggressively attacking on it and swallowing once more entirely into her new more ravenous Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled patronizingly, yet allowed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to quench her sexual need as much as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal needed.
This session went on almost the entire rest of the night nonstop.*
Ultimately, I came.
Great fountains of my Hindu cum were shooting deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, ever enticing, ever inviting Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She cried out, and pressed down hard, burying me inside her, more and more.
Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenched around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Finally, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft lips, pushing her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down before relaxing against me, her passion spent for now.
We slowly separated, and cuddled up, exhausted.
The unmistakeable smell of sex filled the room.
“Thank you, Durgesh, you really are the ever greatest Hindu lover of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, no doubt. You fuck my Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, my Kħālājān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, my Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, myself and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal now with the same Hindu manly vigor despite the widest difference in our age.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured, kissing me.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stared at us, realising our relationship for the first time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I smiled, looking at her – until she sank into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arms, kissing her hard, our naked Ashvinātam bodies pressed together.
She kissed me then, before we cuddled up again.
We fell asleep in minutes, worn out for now.*
It was still the middle of night, when I woke up.
I was cuddled up behind Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund resting against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
I rolled onto my back, reaching out for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal – but she wasn’t there.
I lay still, thinking she must have left until I felt the draft from the doors leading out to the balcony.
I got up, careful not to disturb Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was out on the balcony, dressed only in one of my tee shirts, which just about covered her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
I walked out onto the balcony to join her, still naked.
I enjoyed my ever-bold Hindu male nudity when I was with the sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
I was never ashamed of it.
I was proud of it instead.
I reached for her, my arms around her from behind, and slipped my hands inside the tee shirt to cup her exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
She sighed, and wiggled her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against me, turning her head for a kiss.
We stood together for a while, watching the traffic below, enjoying the unusually warm night air.
I rolled Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipples gently between my fingers and thumbs, feeling them harden.
She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass back against my hardening Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund again, just as I pressed back against her.
I moved a hand down her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body from her breast to cup her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily into her ardent Musalmān wetness.
Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass came back to me again, but this time she arched her back, presenting her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slid easily between her smooth Musalmān thighs and into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
She moaned softly as I stretched and filled her.
My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass hard against my body.
I slid out of her until only the tip of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and then I was back inside her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.
I caressed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with my fingertips.
I held her tighter, squeezing her exquisite young Musalmān breasts as I pulled her to me as my ever aggressive, ever powerful, Hindu strokes became faster, harder.
She slipped her hand between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs and rubbed her own clit.
Her moans – and my groans – got louder and more intense, matching the intensity of our Ashvinātam bodies as we fucked.
Our hands, our hips, our bodies were moving now rhythmically as one.
It was my second long sex session with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
It lasted even more than the first.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was too exhausted to participate this time in our more wonderful lovemaking.
“I can’t believe that you are really only a waitress.” I smiled at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, “you act more sophisticated than a waitress does.”
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal only smiled.
She neither contradicted me, nor confirmed first.
Yet when I repeated my suspicion, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal smiled.
“Sorry, I can’t disclose my real identity to anyone now. Nevertheless, yes, I am not a waitress.”
Our cries echoed out into the night air as we came.
My Hindu cum poured into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to mix with her own juices before running onto her smooth Musalmān thighs as I continued pumping into her, prolonging our pleasure, our ecstasy.
She turned around and clung to me, our lips meshed together, our tongues slipping over each other.
I held her firm Musalmān ass, caressing her, holding her tight as we came down to earth.
After a while, she led me back to bed, to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.*
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naturally the first that was awake in the morning.
She was aware of me behind her, my arm around her, my hand gently cupping her breast.
She eased away from me and looked across at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
Even as she looked at her, and thought about the previous night, she felt a tingle in her nipples and her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Beside her, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred and stretched in her sleep, pushing the sheet away from herself, leaving her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body naked to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gaze.
As she looked at Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that she wanted more.
She spent just a few more seconds staring at the exquisite naked form next to her, and then reached out to her – to our – new lover.
As she touched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, she felt that familiar ache at the base of her tummy, the wetness already springing from her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Reaching across, she ran her hand softly over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, feeling their shape, their weight, her fingers dancing lightly across the firm flesh and onto the hard, puckered nipples.
She rubbed Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple with her fingertip, feeling the hard nub of flesh move softly from side to side.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stirred, moaning in her sleep.
Keeping her fingers on one nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped her head and sucked the other one gently into her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
At first, she just used her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, clamping a ripe nipple between them, while sucking gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her hands, responding to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s soft moans of pleasure.
Then she used her tongue, swirling it across Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s breast and nipple, rocking the hard button of flesh from side to side, as she continued to suck.
And then she used her teeth, nipping and nibbling on her gorgeous lover, listening to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s moans as they became louder, as she started to wake up.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand moved to hold Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, her other hand pressing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand down onto her breast.
Moving more quickly now, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed her way down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tanned body before settling between her long legs, tickling the soft inside of her smooth Musalmān thighs with her tongue.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal eased her beautiful nude Musalmān legs apart, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s sigh as she looked down at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, at her pink Musalmān wetness, at her clit already standing up and begging for attention.
Doing what to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal what she knew she would like having done to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank her head down and licked along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, sucking her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips, tasting her juices.
She clamped her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over her mound, sucking on her, her tongue flicking across her clit before burying itself inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s sweet, tasty body.
Reaching down, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head to her, pushing her hips upwards to grind her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot and willing mouth.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came quickly, crying out as her juices poured from her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on her, as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body tingled all over, her climax building in her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot before flooding her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body completely.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body relaxed slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lapped at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, licking and sucking her juices from her mixed with mine Hindu semen too.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slid back up the bed, her face glistening with Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s and my juices, and held her, kissing her, sharing her taste.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s tongue flicked across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips and face, licking her own juices from her, until their tongues met and started to explore.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to her, holding her tight, savouring each other.
She kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her tongue ravaging her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, our exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressed together.
She slipped her hand between them, her fingers teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit before pushing inside her hot body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries were muffled by Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s lips, by her tongue, as her fingers plunged into her wet body, her thumb rubbing across her naked mound as she finger fucked her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rocked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body against the fingers inside her, clamping her smooth Musalmān thighs around them as her own orgasm built, slowly at first, but then in a rush as her pleasure exploded through her.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal quickly pressed down hard on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s clit, sensing she would love the exquisite pain and pleasure this gave her as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body flooded with her juices.
Even as her orgasm crashed through her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was aware of me watching them.
Watching her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was thick and hard once more.
As soon as we had got our breath back, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās on top of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straddled her, her knees were each side of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, her hard nipples pressing into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s firm, warm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
They kissed softly.
Their tongues caressed each other before slipping into the other’s hungry mouth.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached down to run her hands over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass, pulling her to her, their lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots grinding against each other.
They sighed softly as they kissed, more juices springing from them as their bodies moulded together.
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Her Three Generations
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I went out later, wandering from our city centre hotel down towards the Coliseum, before walking back through the roman Forum.
We stopped often, soaking up the atmosphere, imagining the roar of the crowds hundreds of years before, imagining the Senators meeting, talking, and plotting.
It was an unseasonably warm day.
We found a café and sat outside to eat Pizza, drink coffee and watch the world go by.
We took a horse drawn carriage to the pantheon, and marvelled at the beauty of the paintings and sculptures inside.
We walked around the city, soaking up the atmosphere and history, walking hand in hand, enjoying being together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās still couldn’t believe she was too my wife now despite the fact that she was only Just Eighteen Just Adult when she first succeeded in having my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-four years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her then Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She was jealous of her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when she deliberately watched her having sex with me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could never understand why her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, revolted against her Nānā Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and started to live openly with his ever greatest enemy, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.
“Kħālājān, I hate Nānī Ammī immensely.” She told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expressly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“I myself hate her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās. But we can’t do anything.”
“Now I understand why the Musalmīn turn to be terrorists.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said furiously, “The Hindus always manage to have sex with our ever sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womankind, either this way or that way.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her elder sister’s daughter calculatingly.
She couldn’t be more than thirteen now.
At the most, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could be fourteen only.
She could not understand why Durgesh was so popular among hot Musalmān houseladies if they were beautiful too.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed wild animal sex, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, never provided his wife.
He hated wild animal sex basically.
It wasn’t a human act for him ever.
Yet, Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, needed it very much.
She went to Durgesh, not because she had another option, yet she was unfaithful to her husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, actually never had another option.
She had so much fire between her legs that only Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could quench it, none else.
Not even any other Hindu male.
Not perhaps even Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Moreover, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was an ardent anti Muslim Hindu, even if Nafīsah Salmān could forget that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a criminal that was immensely capable to dodge the law and order of every country anywhere.
He was Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar actually.
The only difference was that Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar invented a new religion, Dīn-e-Ilāhī too, against Islam.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar never did it.
He never needed to.
As it began to get dark, we returned to the hotel, to the suite we now shared.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband spotted Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s bikini and teased her, asking if she had managed to get a swim that morning.
“Come on,” she retorted, grabbing her bikini, “Let’s go now.”
“I can think of other things to do,” I told her.
She stripped off, standing naked before me.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was firm and beautiful.
However, with a laugh, she wriggled away from me and pulled her bikini on quickly.
She reached into a draw and threw me my trunks.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got changed quickly.
We both pulled on the robes the hotel provided before heading out towards the lifts.
Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were at the indoor pool.
Dropping her gown on a sun bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped towards the water and dived in gracefully.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband followed her more sedately, and began to swim a few lengths, always looking out for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
She swam well, passing me a few times as her years of practice began to show.
After swimming a couple of dozen lengths, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband stopped at the shallow end and rested, my back against the edge of the pool.
We were alone now, the last of the other swimmers having just left.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stopped next to me, both of us were glancing across at where we had met the night before.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband moved to stand in front of her.
Reaching out, I stepped closer.
My hands were on her hips.
We kissed softly.
Our Ashvinātam bodies were very close.
Despite the fact that I was sixty-five years old now, I never appeared my age.
Everyone thought I was anywhere between twenty-eight and thirty-five only.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was nineteen now.
We were fucking each other now for a complete year already.
As we parted, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās smiled.
“It looks different in daylight,” she murmured, thinking of the night before.
“I try not to think about,” The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband told her.
“Why not,” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Because this happens,” I told, taking her hand and pressing it against the hard Hindu bulge in my trunks.
“Swim then,” she laughed, dodging past me and swimming away, teasing me.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband swam after her, but she had disappeared over to the other side of the pool.
I went after her, missing her time and again.
Each time the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband got closer, I reached out to her, touching her, and then she was gone.
She touched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in passing, teasing me, but always evading me.
Eventually I caught her, laughing, in the corner.
I pulled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to me, kissing her hard, feeling her firm extremely beautiful female Musalmān young body against me, her erect nipples pressing into my chest, my hard ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund against her.
She pressed herself against me, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sliding up and down the ridge of my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through my swimming trunks.
She wriggled free, and dropped below the surface of the water.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands tugged at my trunks, pulling my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund free.
It sprang up, released from its restraints, unaffected by the cold water.
Her hot beautiful Musalmān mouth descended on me, sliding down my Hindu length.
Her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were forming a seal around me. Her tongue lapped at my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head, buried in her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She took my balls in one hand, her other hand on my buttocks, holding me.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband groaned as this seemed to last for ages, but in reality it was only seconds before she shot to the surface, gasping for breath.
With barely a glance around, we moved to the shallow part of the pool, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out in front of me.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband lifted her onto the edge of the pool, my lips locking onto hers as we held each other tight.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, peeling the skin back down my shaft, pulling my swollen ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head towards her.
Dragging her bikini bottoms to one side, she exposed her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
I caught a quick glimpse of her wet, wanton lips and then I was inside her.
I pushed forward as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around me, pulling tight as I drove my thick Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s young Musalmān body.
As we fucked, the Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband tugged at the strings of her bikini top, pulling it away from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, freeing her full exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
Her nipples were like pebbles pressing into my chest as we kissed, as we fucked.
Her beautiful nude Musalmān legs tightened around me, pulling me deeper and deeper inside her as I fucked her faster and faster.
She leant back; her arms behind her, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts thrust upwards, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pushed forward towards me.
It lasted we never knew for how long.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was always immensely surprised for my Hindu lust for her.
I always fucked her as if I was a wild animal that had gone mad.
She had always to acknowledge her defeat.
Similarly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās never found her Nānī Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, winning over me.
She never found her Kħālājān, now thirty-three years old, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ever winning over me.
Even her Ammī, Al Ħamd Al Ħasan, never succeeded in winning the sixty-five years old miraculous Hindu in any sex game she played with Durgesh.
The ever wonderful man was defeating her three generations, including herself.
His sexual lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies of any age whatsoever was incredible.
Durgesh could just fuck them endlessly with ever increasing manly vigor even.
Ultimately, we were cumming, crying out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself tighter around my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
The waves of pleasure crashed through her, as spurts of my warm, thick Hindu cum filled her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
We clung together, gasping to breathe, then laughing at our release, then controlling ourselves as we remembered where we were.
We dressed ultimately.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband was pulling my trunks up while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās re-tied her top and straightened her bottoms.
We swam back to the far end of the pool, before climbing out and grabbing some towels from the pile left by the hotel.
Pulling our robes back on, we headed back to our room, eager to be alone again.*
It was late evening when we left the hotel.
We were heading towards the hard Rock Café, a venue we always enjoyed.
Fortunately, we were seated within half an hour of arriving, and were soon pondering the menu while she was sipping on ice-cold beers and I a juice.
“Hi, I’m Al Rābiyah Al Faisal. I’m your waitress for the evening.”
We both looked up from the menus and said “Hello” to our server.
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband couldn’t help watching her as she walked away.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was tall and slender, in her mid twenties.
Her accented English was almost perfect.
Her dark hair was tied back, her white blouse clinging to her pert Musalmān body, her green skirt short and tight around her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
“Ouch!”
The Just Eighteen Just Adult extremely beautiful Musalmān young lady’s sixty-five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu husband cried out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kicked me on the shins, an amused grin on her face as she watched me watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was back shortly to take our orders.
She stood next to me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as we smiled.
When we had ordered, she ran her hand lightly down my arm and thanked us, before sashaying away.
Her hips were swinging.
Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was rocking from side to side in her tight skirt.
Throughout the evening, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was friendly and attentive, always touching my arm and running her hand down it when we were finished chatting.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took all of this in with amusement, and not with even a little jealousy.
“I think she fancies you, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Is there any Musalmān Beauty, name only a single one, that isn’t crazy to fuck you ever?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās teased.
However, moments later it was I teasing her as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal brought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s dessert.
She rested her hand on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm as she put the ice cream in front of her, then ran her hand down her arm and squeezed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand gently.
“Enjoy!” she told her.
“In which case,” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walked away, “She must fancy you as well.”
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t listening – she was far too busy watching Al Rābiyah Al Faisal walking away, her eyes locked on her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, her tongue flicking over her suddenly dry lips.
I took all of this in, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was hardening as I watched my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover, looking at the waitress.
Suddenly I remembered the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had looked at other girls before, some of the comments she had made, especially about the beautiful dancer we had seen at the moulin Rouge when we were in Paris – and I began to wonder…
When we were finished, I paid the bill and left the beautiful Al Rābiyah Al Faisal an extravagant tip.
She thanked me, leaning over to kiss me on my lips naughtily, before hugging Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
I watched them.
My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund reacted again.
As we left, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal squeezed our arms one last time, then told us that she had enjoyed meeting us, and that she finished at eleven if we fancied a drink.
Then, with a delicious, inviting smile, she was gone.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stared at each other, not quite sure what to make of what Al Rābiyah Al Faisal had said.
Nevertheless, both our bodies reacted to those words, to her look.
We didn’t mention Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as we walked through Rome, heading for the Tivoli fountain, wanting to see it lit up at night.
We stood by the fountains, enjoying the sound of the water, the sight of the beautiful statues and carvings.
I gave Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās a coin and told her to throw it over her shoulder into the fountain and make a wish.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did, closing her eyes and making her wish as I watched her.
“Well,” I asked, “What did you wish for?”
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hesitated for a moment then told me, her voice husky and her eyes bright.
“I wished we could …… make it back to the café before eleven.”
I stared at her, my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund growing hard as I took in her words, the expression on her face.
I glanced at my watch, then grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand and led her back the way we had come.*
We made it just in time, but then felt uncertain as we watched Al Rābiyah Al Faisal appear from the restaurant with some other waitresses.
We stood watching her, hesitating, not sure what to do when Al Rābiyah Al Faisal turned and saw us.
Her face lit up with that delicious smile again.
she quickly said goodbye to the others before walking to meet Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and me.
We both watched her walking those dozen yards.
Her long coat was undone, falling open as she walked.
She was wearing the same clothes as before, but this time our eyes were on her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, taut against her blouse, her nipples dark and promising, and on her long legs.
She appeared from beneath her coat with each step, her skirt rising high up on her stocking clad thighs.
“You made it,” she greeted us, stepping between us, turning and looping her arms through ours.
“Where shall we go,” she continued, hardly drawing breath, “Lots of places are closing now … How about your hotel? Does it have a bar? Is it far?”
I smiled and said that it wasn’t far, and then led the way.
We chatted as we walked, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s cheery banter easing any uncertainty Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I might have had, although neither of us thought about where this might lead.
It only took us fifteen minutes or so to get back to the hotel, but as soon as we walked into reception, we were hit by the noise of a huge party going on.
The bar was packed, as were the lounges around reception.
I looked around for somewhere quieter.
“How about our room?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās asked, her voice trembling slightly, “It’s big enough …. Is that okay with you Al Rābiyah Al Faisal?”
“That’s great …. Let’s use room service to get a drink; it’ll be quicker than hanging around here.”
Almost in a daze, still unsure of what was happening; Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led the way to the lift.
Minutes later, we were back in our suite, and I was on the phone to room service ordering a bottle of champagne.
I dropped the phone back on its rest and turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal to tell them that the champagne was on its way.
Nevertheless, I was suddenly too cautious to speak as I took in the sight before me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stood close together.
Their exquisite young Musalmān breasts were touching, their hips pushing forward against each other, their mouths locked together.
They parted as they sensed I was looking at them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came to me and kissed me softly.
I could taste Al Rābiyah Al Faisal on her as our tongues slipped over each other.
Then Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was next to me, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing against my arm, firm and warm.
As soon as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips left my, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was kissing me, her agile Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue flicking along my Hindu male lips before slipping deep into my Hindu mouth.
I groaned as I held them both to me, as I felt hands, two beautiful female Musalmān hands, sliding over the Hindu bulge in my trousers.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal led the way to the sofa in the sitting room part of the suite.
We all sank down, I in the middle, as we took turns to kiss, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I.
Our hands found each other easily, touching, caressing.
We stopped only when we heard tapping on the door, and a call of “room service”.
I let the waiter into the room, noticing the looks both Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gave me.
He put the champagne on the side, and left as soon as I had tipped him.
I poured their drinks, handing glasses to Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās before rejoining them.
They sipped their champagne.
We chatted, totally at ease, happy for the growing sexual tension to grow even more, for our need and desire to grow.
After what seemed like an age, I leant over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and put my glass of juice down. I took hers from her and placed it next to mine before taking her in my arms.
I kissed her softly, my hands caressing her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts through her blouse.
Slowly, I undid each of the buttons down the front of her blouse, conscious of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moving to kneel in front of us so that she could help.
As soon as the buttons were undone, I eased Al Rābiyah Al Faisal onto her back on the sofa.
I pulled her blouse open, gasping as I stared down at her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, at her dark nipples barely hidden by the lace of her cream bra.
I touched her lightly, my hands moving up her sides, then across to her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, to her hard nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still kneeling on the floor beside us.
Reaching down between my hands, between Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, she gently undid the clasp at the front of the cream bra.
I slid my hands across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, into the deep Musalmān valley between them, before slipping my Hindu hands under the edge of each cup, and then slowly back across her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, exposing them to our gaze.
I felt the firmness of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts under my hands, of her hard, puckered nipples.
As my hands reached her sides, leaving her exquisite young Musalmān breasts totally exposed, both Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped as we took in their beauty.
I dipped my hand, taking Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s nipple in between my thumb and forefinger.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over her, and Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned loudly as both her nipples were teased.
I ran my hand over her flat tummy, over her skirt.
I rubbed down the front of her panties, feeling her wetness, feeling her juices rushing from her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved away from her breast, and the two girls kissed – soft, passionate kisses that set them all moaning.
As my hand reached inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s panties, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up.
She moved away a little, so that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and I could see her.
As we watched, I rubbed my fingers along Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s wet Musalmān slit, teasing her, toying with her hard Musalmān clit.
We watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās danced slowly, sensually, undoing the buttons down the front of her dress, before pushing the dress off her shoulders.
It fell to the ground as she ran her hands over her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, pinching her own nipples.
Now Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood before them, naked apart from her thong.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands ran lower, until one was on her tummy, and one inside her underwear.
She turned around, and bent over to slip her thong off, pointing her firm Musalmān ass at us.
Her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was peeking out between her beautiful nude Musalmān legs.
She turned back towards us, and held out her hands.
“Let’s go to bed,” was all she said.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached her hands up to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and stood up.
The girls fell naturally into each other’s arms, their naked exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing together.
We kissed again.
My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund was painfully hard.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal ran her hands down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s back, down to her firm Musalmān ass.
I moved behind her, pushing her dark hair to one side so that I could kiss her neck.
I pulled her blouse and bra down her arms, leaving her topless.
As the girls carried on kissing, moaning softly as our tongues explored, I dropped to my knees, scattering kisses down Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s slender back.
I unzipped her skirt, easing it down off her hips.
All she wore under it was a cream thong and her black hold up stockings.
Her rounded Musalmān buttocks were firm, creamy white against the rest of her.
I kissed each side of her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass gently, before easing her thong down.
I eased her stockings down as well, one at a time, leaving her naked.
Her moaning got louder as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between her pert Musalmān cheeks.
She pushed her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass out, exposing more of herself to me.
I teased her tight little hole with the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding her hips and pulling her to me.
I stood up and led these two naked, gorgeous Musalmān women to the bed.
The contrast between them was amazing.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was more slender, darker.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was more rounded, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts and hips fuller but still wonderfully firm, both of them incredibly sexy.
Once by the bed, they both turned to me.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal kissed me.
Our kiss was soft and gentle to start with, growing quickly in passion as our tongues came into play.
We stopped kissing briefly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled my shirt over my head.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately leant down, kissing and biting me.
Her hand reached for my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund through the thin material of my trousers, squeezing it.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal dropped to her knees in front of me, still looking up at me.
I sensed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kneeling down behind me.
Their hands pulled my trousers, dragging them and my underwear over my hips, down my thighs and off.
My Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung up, standing out rigid, pre cum dripping from the tip.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal gasped as it pointed at her, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth automatically slipping over the tip, greedily sucking my Ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund head into her hungry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
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