Sometimes, in the moments when jealousy was the strongest,
Muħammad wondered if Muħammad should have just let it remain as it was.
But then Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked at Muħammad with those cocoa, bedroom eyes, gave Muħammad that pouty smile, and spread her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips to show Muħammad her lover’s Hindu cum and Muħammad’s jealousy turned into desire.
Muħammad supposed it started back before Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad even met.
Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah, had Muħammad in a bad funk.
For a while Muħammad suspected she had been sleeping around on Muħammad.
Then one night, Muħammad confirmed it.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah came home from a supposed “girl’s night out.”
Muħammad was feeling particularly horny, and intercepted her before she could take the shower she insisted she wanted to take.
Muħammad kissed her, and she felt “wrong,” tasted “wrong.” But Muħammad continued anyway.
Muħammad unbuttoned her jeans and went to slide his hand into her thong.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah pulled away.
When Muħammad tugged her jeans all the way down, Muħammad found out why: she wasn’t wearing her panties at all.
Then Muħammad saw my Hindu cum.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah just stood there, jeans around her ankles, staring at Muħammad.
“Are you happy, now?”
“Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah…I…what the fuck?”
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah didn’t move.
She didn’t make any effort to cover up.
In fact, Muħammad saw her nipples harden under her tight t-shirt.
My Hindu cum oozed out of her pink ardent Musalmān lips and began to seep down her leg.
All the while Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah just stared at Muħammad with those blazing green eyes.
“So now you know.”
Muħammad was pissed off.
Muħammad was devastated.
But somewhere deep in Muħammad’s confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of his brain was feeling excited.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah stepped out of the jeans and bent over to pick them up, no longer caring if Muħammad saw the sloppy state her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was in.
Muħammad’s thought she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her extremely gorgeous firm perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at Muħammad, as if to say, look what you’ll never have again.
When Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah walked out of the room, Muħammad noticed that a blob of my Hindu cum had fallen from her.
Muħammad scooped it up and rubbed it between his fingers, trying to figure out why Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah preferred my cum to Muħammad’s.
Al Kħadījah Al Kubrah Al Tāhirah moved into my condo within the week.
Soon after, Muħammad’s buddies Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, and Muħammad Ůsmān decided what Muħammad needed was to get out, forget about “that bitch,” and just have a good time.
After hitting a few bars they ended up at their regular haunt, the Town Tap.
Being a Friday, the crowd was thick and loud.
To Muħammad’s friends’ delight, the crowd also consisted of many attractive Musalmān women.
Muħammad still wasn’t in the mood to window shop, so Muħammad sat quietly at the table and drank his beers.
At one point, Al Ůmar Al Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān went to shoot some pool and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr went to the bar to get more drinks then joined them, leaving Muħammad alone.
A moment later, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah came into Muħammad’s life.
She came up to the table and asked for a light.
Muħammad’s grabbed the book of matches Al Ůmar Al Fārūq left and, after a few fumbling attempts, lit the match and offered it to her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah locked eyes with Muħammad as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned in with her cigarette dangling from impossibly red lips.
She held his hand to steady the flame and Muħammad thought Muħammad would faint.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah blew out the match, but didn’t let go of his hand.
“It’s a bad habit. I only smoke when I’m drinking.”
“Glad I could help,” Muħammad managed to say.
With an alcohol enhanced forwardness, she sat down on one of the stools.
“My name’s Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Hello Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I’m Muħammad.”
“Muħammad,” she offered her hand which Muħammad shook, “it’s nice to meet you.”
Muħammad couldn’t believe such an incredible looking woman was talking to him.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s eyes, so expressive, became even more lively when she smiled.
Her chestnut colored hair, luxurious and tousled, cascaded down to her shoulders.
Her skin was smooth and flawless and her lips, full.
She wore a clingy, sleeveless t-shirt beneath a billowy blouse.
Her breasts over-filled the shirt and moved with a gentle sway each time she shifted.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s body, curvy and soft, was precisely the build Muħammad’d always found attractive on a woman.
Whereas my previous girlfriend described herself as “athletic,” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wonderedfully proportional and full.
They talked for over an hour, heading to a secluded corner when Muħammad’s friends finished their game of pool.
Before Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah left but after they made a date for the following weekend, they kissed: deep, warm, and wet.
That was the first time simply kissing a woman made Muħammad instantly hard.
Muħammad craved her.
One date turned into two. Two into five. The more they dated, the more Muħammad was drawn to her.
They weren’t exclusive, it was too soon for that.
But even though Muħammad knew she dated Durgesh, Muħammad couldn’t bring himself to see anyone else.
At first Muħammad wasn’t too bothered by this arrangement.
However, the more they saw of each other, the more Muħammad’s feelings for her grew—and the less Muħammad wanted her to see me.
They eventually had “the talk.” Muħammad was ecstatic to find out she wanted to see Muħammad exclusively, too.
“Durgesh, he really doesn’t mean anything to me. I usually thought of you when I was with Durgesh, anyway.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said gravely.
Muħammad knew Muħammad’s grinned like an idiot.
She smiled back, then grabbed Muħammad’s face and gave him one of her famous deep kisses.
They kissed for a long time.
Muħammad ran Muħammad’s fingers through her hair.
Muħammad nibbled on her neck, which drives her absolutely wild.
Muħammad licked her cleavage and massaged her breasts.
Muħammad wanted to kiss each and every one of the freckles on her chest.
Muħammad continued massaging, working the shirt off her and unclasping her bra.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s breasts were simply incredible.
Natural and big: not freakishly large, like so many women of silicone fantasy, but round, soft, and heavy.
They were the kind of breasts Muħammad had always dreamed about.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lied on her back, gravity gently flattened them.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah bent over, they hang, ripe with sexuality.
Her areolas were large and dark with nipples to match.
Muħammad loved the way she would get goose bumps on her areolas whenever she was aroused.
That night, she was especially aroused.
As Muħammad teased and sucked her nipples, her hand pawed at Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī through his pants.
With skill, she unzipped and unbuttoned Muħammad’s jeans.
Her hand immediately found Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī.
She smeared the pre-cum all over the head.
Within minutes, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad
both stripped fully naked and continued their wild—and newly exclusive—sex on Muħammad’s living room floor.
At one point, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was lying there and Muħammad sat up, ready to mount her.
Muħammad just marveled at the beautiful woman lying naked for him.
Her eyes, lids half closed with desire, conveyed her sexual wants.
Her breathing was short and shallow, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway.
Muħammad ran his hands along her flaring hips and she spread her legs, inviting Muħammad in to her.
Muħammad fingered her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, parting her fleshy lips.
She was an absolute mess.
So wet and ready.
“Do it now, Muħammad, I want you now!” She took hold of Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī and led Muħammad to her.
Smoothly, firmly, Muħammad entered.
Muħammad moaned with ecstasy.
Muħammad sunk all the way in with little resistance, she was so wet.
When Muħammad was fully buried in her—Muħammad’s balls tight against her round ass—she grabbed and told Muħammad to stay.
Muħammad thought Muħammad would cum just lying there, so deep in her.
Eventually, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad began their slow movement, savoring each and every stroke.
As Muħammad pulled out, she made a squishing sound, and when Muħammad plunged back in, Muħammad felt her juices over flow.
Muħammad kissed her, sucking her tongue and squeezing her breasts.
She clamped on his ass and pulled him tight with each down stroke.
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”
“Yes, yes, cum in me. Muħammad, I want it! Muħammad, I need it!”
The feeling started deep in Muħammad’s balls.
Muħammad felt them pull up into his body.
Then the tingling spread through Muħammad’s legs, arms, fingers.
On the next in stroke, Muħammad exploded.
Muħammad thrust his hips into hers.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wrapped her legs tightly around Muħammad.
Muħammad held her close.
Muħammad felt Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī unloading, pulse after pulse after pulse.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah bit his shoulder, leaving a red mark that would last well into the next day.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad lied there, Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī slowly deflating in her.
They kissed softly, like a dream, their sweaty bodies intertwined.
When Muħammad rolled off her, Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī slid out with an slight plop, all coated with their combined juices.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad held each other and kissed some more.
After a few minutes, Muħammad caressed her breasts and ran his hand down her torso.
Muħammad came to her sloppy awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and fingered her gently.
Muħammad couldn’t believe how messy Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was.
She felt so wet and slick and sticky.
Muħammad was beginning to have thoughts.
Muħammad fingered her some more and suckled on her breast.
An odd feeling came over Muħammad, one which Muħammad had never before explored.
Muħammad kissed her chest, then her stomach. Muħammad kept moving down.
“What are you doing?” She propped herself up on her elbows, watching Muħammad with a quizzical expression on her face.
Muħammad knew exactly what Muħammad was doing.
As Muħammad kissed closer to her wispy pubic hair, Muħammad could smell her cum and Muħammad could smell my Hindu cum.
Allah, how long Durgesh has fucked Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah?
How long Durgesh has erupted into Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?
Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is still filling her more than Muħammad’s.
In fact, Muħammad’s was not even ten percent.
More than ninety percent Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is still there in Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad couldn’t forget my Hindu Vīrý’s that unique legendary fragrance.
His entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies oozed that fragrance when Durgesh fucked them and filled their ardent Musalmān Cunts with his exclusive Hindu Vīrý.
Muħammad could not help to want to lick their Musalmān Cunts and taste their combined juices with my Hindu juice.
The same desire again urged Muħammad.
Muħammad became dizzy with desire.
Muħammad kissed her clit and felt the wetness on his lips.
Muħammad looked up at her, hoping Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah would approve.
Her lips turned up in an odd smile and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wiggled her hips.
“Do it.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said mischievously, yet proudly somewhat.
Allah, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý is too fragrant, too tasty, to be resisted, even for Muħammad.
And Muħammad did.
Muħammad’south went to her messy, sloppy awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Muħammad’s lips clamped on her.
Muħammad sucked lightly and was greeted by a mouthful of our mingled cum, mostly Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s and mine.
The feel of it on Muħammad’s tongue was immensely indescribable.
Muħammad swallowed and savored the unique legendary taste, so utmost popular among Durgesh’s extremely beautiful Musalmān Live in relationship partners, and beloveds.
Even so many Musalmān friends of Muħammad talked of it.
“My wife never knew I licked and tongue fucked her because she still had Durgesh’s so wonderful fragrant and tasty Hindu Vīrý in her Musalmān Cunt. She thinks I am crazy to lick her beautiful Musalmān Cunt, but she doesn’t know if her Musalmān Cunt didn’t have Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý, perhaps it wouldn’t have been so often.”
Muħammad darted Muħammad’s tongue into her, wanting to lick out all she had to offer with one greedy stroke.
Muħammad’s chin was soaked.
Muħammad kept sucking and licking and swallowing.
“Hey, save some for me.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached down and took Muħammad’s my Hindu cum covered face in her hands and drew him up to her.
They kissed, passing my Hindu cum back and forth to each other.
When they shared it all, Muħammad went down on her again to get any that might have been left and they kissed some more.
“Muħammad, that was incredible! When you dove into my well fucked by Durgesh, awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…wow! I’ve never been so turned on in my life!”
“Neither have I. I can’t believe I’ve been missing that all these years.” Muħammad wasn’t lying.
Muħammad had Muħammad’s first cream pie and Muħammad was hooked.
They talked some more about it as she stroked his re-hardened cut Musalmān nūnī.
“Alas, it wasn’t much there.” Muħammad sighed.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed,
“Hey, do you really mean it?”
“Don’t tell me, if my answer is in the affirmative, you would call Durgesh here, and get much more into your ardent Musalmān Cunt.” Muħammad teased her.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed again,
“Want to bet?”
Muħammad looked at her incredulously,
“You don’t mean it, do you?”
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah took out her mobile and called me.
Muħammad kissed Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah indebted gratefully.
“I love you, my darling.”*
As soon as I reached there, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled at me cunningly,
“Hey, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties, us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Fuck me again, this time from behind.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned over and presented her heart-shaped perfectly round, firm, ardent Musalmān ass to me.
I get into her fast enough.
I grabbed her extremely beautiful Musalmān hips and fucked her savagely.
“Do you like fucking my entirely cleaned Musalmān Cunt, Durgesh?”
“Sure, darling, certainly!” I winked at Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lewdly yet still sophisticatedly.
“You liked cleaning me up, Muħammad, didn’t you? You liked slurping our cum out of my well fucked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
“Yes! Yes!” Muħammad thought Muħammad’s brain was going to pop hearing her talk like that.
Muħammad knew I wasn’t far from cumming again into her, and Muħammad told her.
“Oh, yes, Muħammad, Durgesh, cum in my awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Fill me up with your cream once more. Then Muħammad, clean me again!” She cocked her head so she could look at me over her shoulder.
Her eyes smoldered with lust, and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah lowered her voice, sounding like mother trying to bribe a child with a cookie,
“You want to do that, don’t you Muħammad? You want to suck Durgesh’s Hindu cum combined with mine, out of my ardent Musalmān Cunt, right? Clean me all up. Swallow whatever you don’t share with anyone, Muħammad?”
That did it.
I exploded again.
Muħammad was amazed at how much I pumped into her for the fourth time.
We collapsed, panting, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah too spent to move.
After several minutes, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah rolled over on her back and crooked a knee.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah ran her hands down to her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and spread her lips. “Time to get to it.”
Muħammad was not spent.
He hadn’t done anything.
It was I that had fucked Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
The idea of eating her our cum filled awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was now even appealing to him as it had been a few minutes ago.
She saw Muħammad’s initial enthusiasm and buried a finger in herself.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah withdrew a big, gooey glob and smeared it on Muħammad’s lips.
“A deals a deal.”
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Muħammad, Muħammad knew Muħammad would do it.
Muħammad licked Muħammad’s lip then sucked her finger.
This made her purr.
Muħammad then went down on Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and cleaned all our cum from her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
When Muħammad finished, Muħammad knew Muħammad had enjoyed it very much.
He also knew that their sexual life had changed forever.
Wasn’t it strange that despite this much intimacy, ultimately Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah exposed Muħammad in such an utmost disgraceful manner?
Muħammad was feeling himself crazy.
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