Just Eighteen Just Adult:20

Just Eighteen Just Adult

Durgesh

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Chapter 20

Durgesh Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb

The relentless Greek sunshine bore down on our parasol.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked over her shoulder toward me and said, “Can I take my top off, Durgesh?”

“Of course, sweetie,” I said, casually reading my book.

She always asked permission, she was such a polite girl.

Ever since her drunken 18th Birthday party, we’d been on the island.
I’d asked her whether she wanted to bring a friend, but she insisted we come alone.
Not even her best friend Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was considered, which I thought very mysterious.
She hadn’t fallen out with her, she just wanted to be alone with me.
It made me excited that she wanted that, and a little cautious by the temptation of it.

I’d spent the last three weeks with her like this, almost naked.
I’m constantly intoxicated and permanently aroused by Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb and aside from her sexy mind, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb had fallen truly in love with me, despite the fact that I was already sixty four and her Ammī’s Live in relationship partner.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb reached behind herself and pulled open her black bikini top.
As she let it fall over her small chest, I saw out of the corner of my eye, her breasts – so tender with hardly a profile, barely a cup, with small tan nipples, semi-hard.
She’d always been shy about her rack, but I’ve always had a longing now for petite Musalmān Beauties and big, cute Musalmān tits.
I watched her smearing them with sun lotion, it was far too irresistible.

I half watched her as she started to baste her legs with sun lotion.
As her palm ran down the inside of her tanned thigh, I glanced away, and then back as she massaged the lotion along her other hamstring, over the knee, two hands on either side coming down, down, down all the way to her bikini and the folds of material pinched in the folds of her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.

I wanted to kiss her young Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Fuck her out right there on the beach.

The beach was near empty, an almost private haven I’d discovered along time ago with Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Wahāb.
I could remember her Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Wahāb, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund in nearly the same spot of sand Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb and I were sitting now.
I imagined Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, topless, watching, as her Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Wahāb, jacked my Uncut Hindu Lund off into her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I turned on my side as my ever-hard Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed, pre-cum against my leg.
I tried to read my book.

Since the party, her feelings had only been getting stronger and stronger since in knowledge that there was nothing stopping us now.

The holiday had brought a huge caution, and a huge temptation to my life; that next week she was due to begin her first year in college and there was nothing left to restrain her blooming sexual nature.
She asked permission for everything, but now she wasn’t obliged to ask anyone in regards to who she offered her body to.

“Durgesh,” she said, “will you do my back.”

As I’ve been doing all holiday, two, three times a day.
I relished the legitimate physical contact.
I loved touching Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s body.
She was so soft and young and untouched by anyone other than me.
My milky hands massaged her back, her shoulders, slowly and deliberately.
I wanted to reach round and plunge my hand in her bikini, cup her fresh Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, split her slit and fuck her tight Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I could almost hear her voice saying to me,
“I love it when you fuck me, Durgesh.”

But what I heard was,
“Thanks, Durgesh.”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb put her iPod on, rolled onto her belly and started leafing through a book.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was so fucking hard I did not move for a Moment.
My Uncut Hindu Lundhead was so wet, my balls aching so bad.
I just wanted to pull the little strings at her hips, whip that bikini off, roll her, spread her, grab my Uncut Hindu Lund, guide it to her virgin flower and sink my yearning Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
Deepest inside Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, bareback, My stiff Hindu shaft breaking her stubborn Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān fuckhole.

I gazed over at her, back glistening, kini tight round her perfectly round gorgeous glamorous firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I saw a bead of sweat run down her thigh toward the pursed Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pout in her costume.

I want to cum inside Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, I thought.
Always tempted by her constantly, entirely unashamed of herself, to empty my balls deepest inside her.

I raced to the shoreline, dove into the sea and swam a safe distance.
I took my Uncut Hindu Lund out and squeezed myself.
It brought relief, and I floated in the water, dreaming of Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s snatch all sticky and slick with her My load.
And Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb touching her sexy Musalmān labia with her fingertips and drawing it to her bee-stung lips.
“Tastes so good, Durgesh…”

As the sun went down we walked back to the villa, hot and sexy from the beach, carrying our towels.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb had put her top back on, but she looked just as cute with it – wearing a big, floppy sunhat and a sarong.
My imagination was brought by her constant deliberate seduction and temptation without limits, teased by what I ‘haven’t’ been able to quite see over the years.
All those short skirts and tight shorts – so cruel.
Soon as we got back to the villa, I took a swift, juice, then headed for the shower room to rinse the beach off.
As I got there, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb was already rinsing the sand off herself, still wearing her bikini.
She smiled when she noticed me and held the soap out to me.

“Back, Durgesh?”

I took the soap from her and stepped up behind her and pulled the string on her top.
“Thanks,” she said, as it dropped in her hands.

I soaped her back just as slowly and deliberately as I had done with the lotion.
Unlike the beach, she felt a little tense and I saw, within seconds, her pretty nipples harden.
I loved touching Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s body.
She could tell that I did, never hurried me.
Seduced and tempted by her constantly, I wanted to go further, get her naked and soap her firm big heavy Musalmān ass.

As I finished I took her hips, drew her back onto me and into the spray of the shower.
As I rinsed her, my boner bumped the heaviness of her back, and a second time, until she willfully rested herself against my Hindu swelling.
I felt her tremble, hips turning in my hands.
She held her hands up to her chest and I watched the water stream down her tummy toward her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, down her slender thighs to the tile floor.
As I looked up to her face I caught her looking down too, at the straining Hindu bulge in my swim shorts.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked up at me with big, doe eyes, all her lashes split and wet and so damn sexy.
She glanced at my wet mouth and I glanced at her wet mouth.
We’d been at this impasse before, where the sexual tension is ripe and both of us, for a Moment, dare the other to kiss first.
As the Moment lingered, as she reached toward her hips to pull her bikini bottoms off…

“Ola!  Ola!”

“It’s Misses Saåīd,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
She looked directly into my eyes and said, “I’ll get it…”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb skipped out of the room.
I heard her chatting with the visitor and I didn’t need any encouragement to work my Uncut Hindu Lund squeeze again – I’ve such a need to about Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
She was untiringly seducing and tempting me to fuck her.
Now, I couldn’t help myself too, I too wanted her now, I wanted her now so bad I could almost rape her. Grab her, hold her down, rip her knickers off and fuck her whether she wanted it or not.
Well, that was what Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb after.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb wanted me that much crazy to fuck her.
I swooned at the despicable imagery in my head.
Want becoming need.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb reappeared, swathed in a towel.
I was leaning against the wall, panting….

“She wants…” Her eyes darted to the Uncut Hindu Lund in my fist. “…a bottle of water…”

Before I could explain, she left, and I heard her again, chatting at the door.
She didn’t come back.
I showered and got dressed.

I found her afterwards, outside in the shade.
She was wearing a pretty summer dress that buttoned up the front.
Her leg was bent, her knee by her chin, and as she painted her toenails I could see all the way down the back of her firm tanned thigh.
She wore white panties, and she wasn’t afraid to flash them to me.
To others she was guarded, but not to me.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb had never minded me, we had become so close over the years, so private with one another that, it barely occurred to her that she was showing me her covered Musalmān twat.
She was offering it to me, I just wasn’t being brave enough to take it….yet.

It made her little Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ache to show me.

“Hi, Durgesh,” she said, consumed in her painting of nails.

Little painted toes in red.
I wanted to kiss the back of her thighs, I wanted to see my Hindu cum running in rivers down the back of them.
I wanted to cum up the front of her sexy dress and wipe my Uncut Hindu Lund round and round and round her never-been-kissed mouth until her lipstick smeared and she looked like a used sex goddess.

“Are you hungry?” I said.

“I’m starving,” she said. “what would you like to eat?”

A loaded question? In my mind there was only one thing I wanted to eat – her.

It was at that Moment, when I couldn’t decide on the intent of her words that I knew something was going to happen between us.
I hadn’t given Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb her present yet.
The holiday, yes, but not her proper present.
I hadn’t given it to her sweet mouth, her tight Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, or her hard big heavy Musalmān ass.
And we were leaving the next evening to go home.
I’d blown it.
I’d had three weeks to fuck Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, and even though I was certain she was waiting for me to start something, I hadn’t.

As we sat for dinner in the local taverna, I adjusted the boner in my pants and tried to relax.
It was difficult now, even for me, to even look at her across the table without throbbing, without imagining her holiday tan wet with My creamy Hindu semen.
I tried to think of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty instead.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb is so beautiful, even more so because she seemed so modest about how truly delicious she looked.
In bloom, still a girl.
I’d cum a thousand times thinking about her in private, remembering that school skirt or that short denim mini, but I was only now allowed to look with intent, rather than shirk a glance at her.

I wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Lund out right there in front of her as she sucked on her Cocktail straw and stroked the stem of the glass.
“Oh, Durgesh you’ve got such a big fucking dick…make it cum, Durgesh, make it cum for Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.”

My mind was awash with her imagined sexy mouth. “Faster, Durgesh…”, as she unbuttoned her dress and showed me her tender little a-cups, “…come on, Durgesh, I’ll always be your big girl…I promise… ”

My seemingly innocent Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, who I wanted to make so sexy.
My li’l sex goddess, tummy full of cum, asshole gaping, her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot tender from a thousand lengths of My thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
I knew she thought of it, late at night, in her room, one hand strumming her clit.
If I imagined being on top of Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, banging her snug Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, then she must imagine her Durgesh deepest inside her.
I wondered whether she said the words out loud,
“Cum inside me, Durgesh…I want you to…” Or just in her head as she bit her lip and cum all over my Uncut Hindu Lund buried entirely deepest into her.

“I need a pee,” she said.

When she excused herself, I waited.
She returned ultimately.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb sat back down and smiled.
I noticed that two extra buttons had been undone on her dress and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra.
She noticed me looking and she took hold of her necklace.

“I love it,” she said. “Thank you, Durgesh.”

“I’ve got one more present for you,” I said.

“You spoil me,” she said. “Can I have it now?”

“I’ll have to give it to you later.”

“Is it a big present?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve never had one before, I think you’ll like it.”

“I’d love anything that you wanted to give me, Durgesh.”

She reached out, took my hand and smiled.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb had the prettiest face.
Big brown eyes and dark lashes like her hair, with bee-stung lips that could make a man’s dreams all come true.
The only thing that restrained her vanity was her shy dilemma about her big breasts.
Ironically, that was what kept her looking so innocent and perfect and my forever Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
The pride for Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb was that she knew damn well how hard her big Musalmān tits made me, hence the bikini top coming off at every convenience.

I want to rub my swollen head over Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s big Musalmān tits, pre-cum kisses for her hard nipples. And fill Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s mouth with my Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot-flavoured Uncut Hindu Lund as I’m ejaculating.

“Swallow, that’s a good girl…”

It was all I could think about a she ate with her spoon.

Just that, and my load running from the corners of her mouth and down her neck faster than she can swallow.
And her eternal voice in my head.
“Sorry, Durgesh…..” Then my voice. “It was ok, babygirl, next time I’ll push it into your throat and then you’ll not spill a drop…”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb sucked on her spoon and asked me whether I wanted to go dancing at the bar next door.

“Of course,” I said, “anything you want…”

“Anything?” she asked.

“Anything for Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb,” I said.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb giggled and chewed on her straw and said, “It has been a long time since you called me that.”

“You’ll always be Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb,” I said.

“Always,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
She stroked the length of my fingers and added,
“You wanna dance with me now?”

I love it when Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb touched me.

Almost certainly, this was the Moment we knew, not only I, but Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb too, that something was going to happen.
She wanted to dance with me, but what she was really saying was,
“You wanna fuck me now, Durgesh?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’d love to dance with you…”

Of course, what I hoped she’d heard was, “Yes, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, I’d love to fuck you. I want to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside you, in every conceivable way…”

A few minutes later we were in the bar.
It was so fucking hot, the two of us were glowing even before we began to dance.
Her brow was damp, her long hair sticking to her shiny face.
Her golden tan appeared wet and her summer dress clung to her plump frame.
I could only imagine how hot it must have been between her long legs, between those teenage Musalmān thighs.
I caught her glancing to my swollen pants and felt proud when considering how fucking wet her panties must be, how torrid Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s young tight Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot must be in the heat of the night and the heat of the almost unbearable sexual tension brewing between us.

I wanted to pull her to me, hand up her dress and inside her panties and fuck her right there on the dance floor.
Have all the drunken revellers around us form a circle and watch me get her down on the floor and fuck her right there for all to see – and she would say, between gasps of pleasure, to the spectators, “It was okay, he’s my Hindu husband Durgesh…”

But I didn’t pull her to me, not until later, when she’d had a couple more Cocktails and the songs were becoming slower and more romantic.

Somebody turned the glitterball on and a ballad began.
We hesitated for a second, until Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb reached up and drew her hands around my neck.
My arms coiled around her waist and I drew her flat stomach onto my boner.
Her arms slipped down and around my waist and my palm stroked across her hip and I grabbed a bit of her dress and drew it up her thigh, just a big bit, to give her a further hint as to what I wanted.
Her body responded as her embrace tightened and her stomach pressed against my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund.
My Hindu shaft throbbed once, and again, and she held me tighter, which encouraged my hand to roam over the heaviness of her back.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb rested her head against my chest and as we turned slowly to the music, her stomach massaged my aching Uncut Hindu Lund through my pants.
At that Moment I did not fantasise.
She must have been soaking wet.
I wanted to feel how wet she was.
I wanted to lap at her sodden twat and stick my tongue in her mouth.
I wondered what she was dreaming of at that Moment?
The rim of my sticky, bloated Uncut Hindu Lundhead against her swollen Musalmān clit? My stiff, veined Hindu shaft sliding back and forth through her sweaty Musalmān ass-crack?

One small kiss of her tingling Musalmān clit would bring Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb to a violent orgasm.

I want to make Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb cum.
I want to make her cum so hard, again and again and again and again and….I wanted to see her hips bucking hard and hear her scream out my name,
“Yes, Durgesh, yes! Don’t stop, Durgesh, please don’t stop!”

But what I heard was,
“I love you, Durgesh.”

I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me.
She looked into my eyes, to my mouth.
She bit her lip and as she rose onto her tip toes to kiss me, the ballad rudely ended and the house lights came up, bright and intrusive.

Police were there, breaking up the party.
No music after midnight.

“You wanna go?” I said.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb nodded.
I led her out of the bar by the hand, and down toward the beach.
The cool sea breeze cooled us down for the Moment and we walked barefoot, hand in hand along the water line.
Her dress fluttered in the breeze, parting at the middle to flash her white panties.
The cooler air must have felt good between her legs, soothing her flaming clit and calming her tight fuckhole.
If my still hard Uncut Hindu Lund was any measure, her panties must have been soaking wet and her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot must have been gagging to be filled by My big Uncut Hindu Lund.

After a while without words, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb said,
“What are we going to do?”

“We couldn’t carry on like this,” I said.

“I’ll go crazy,” she said.

We both stopped walking at that point and turned to one another.
She looked up at me and took my other hand in hers.
She drew one up to her chest and flattened my palm across it, and as she looked into my eyes once again, I could feel her heart beating hard and fast.

She said,
“When I said I love you at the bar, I didn’t mean like I love you as a stepdaughter.”

“I know,” I said. I pushed her hair from her pretty face. “I love you too.”

“So what are we gonna do about it, Durgesh? I want you. And I know you want me…”

I looked up the beach to the light on the porch of our villa and said,
“Not here.”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked up the beach to where I was looking, then to me and said,
“I’ve missed you calling me babygirl….can I be your babygirl again, Durgesh?”

“Does this mean you’re going to want a piggy back, too?”

She shook her head, took my hand and said,
“Just hold my hand, I’m a big girl now.”

That night, I would fuck Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb for the first time.
We were still holding hands when we arrived back at the villa.
The hot humid night didn’t seem like it would ever cool down.
Maybe it was us, maybe it was Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s torrid young Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my perma-hard Uncut Hindu Lund that was giving off this heat.
It was taking all my will power to stop myself tearing that sexy summer dress off her back and raping her right there on the sand.
The thought of repeatedly ramming, slamming and stabbing my stiff Uncut Hindu Lund balls-deepest into Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb was so potent.

I’d lost count how many times I’d had that thought in my head, but when she made my lust boil so fiercely, I confess, there have been times when I’ve longed hard about forcing myself on her.
Sometimes I just wanted my passion to get the better of me so I could let out this sexual beast I keep locked away.
Sometimes, I want to rape Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
Of course, I don’t want to make her feel any lasting pain or injure her, it was the total dominance of the idea that turned me on so much.
I wanted to own her. Control her. And test her limits again and again.

I wondered what Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb was thinking as I restrained my beast.

The closer we got to the villa, the more cautious I’d become – as cautious as she clearly was, which was understandable, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb being so young and fresh and inexperienced.
Her un-touched Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot must have been aching, soaking, and soon all the fantasies she’d been having late at night with me were about to come true.
I wondered whether she fantasized about me raping her too.
Her heart must have been pounding, her innocent veil falling, because soon My skin would be against hers and my big fat Uncut Hindu Lund would be inside her virgin Musalmān body, my hot cum ejaculating deepest within her never-been-fucked Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“I guess we’re here,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, as we walked from the sand onto the porch.

She turned to me, took my other hand and stepped backwards toward a wicker sofa with big soft cushions on it.
Her eyes were locked onto mine.
She kicked off her flip-flops and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” I asked.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb nodded, licked her dry lips and glanced at the bulge in my pants.
“Is that my birthday present?”

I nodded and smiled and she giggled – as her calves bumped the sofa.
I stepped to her, our eyes never wavering.
My bulge bumped her belly and we each gazed hungrily at one another’s mouths.
Dry lips, but her face was shiny from the heat, her skin almost wet, and so deliciously tanned.
I drew her hand up to my groaning hard-on and spread her palm across it.
Plump young Musalmān Beauties always have such plump, sweet hands.
She almost gasped when my Hindu shaft pulsed and for a Moment we both looked down to my stiff pants in her hand.

“Look at me, Babygirl.”
She obeyed, adoringly.
“That’s how you make me feel every minute of every day…and all night, too…”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’ve waited so long,” she gushed, “why d’you make me wait so long?”

She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund and I said,
“You were too young…”

“You should have just fucked me, I would have let you…I always watched you clandestinely when you fucked my Ammī. I was so jealous of her…”

Those sexy, taboo words were the ultimate trigger…

My mouth fell onto hers and Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb toppled back onto the sofa.
My knee slid between her thighs and I shoved it hard into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as my tongue sank into her mouth.
Frantic, almost violent kissing, fuelled by the eruption of both our pent-up desires.
Slow down, I kept urging myself, slow, don’t, but I couldn’t, I just couldn’t, and neither could she.

I forced my thigh up against her twat and I ground my tongue against hers.
She held my mouth to hers with a hand round the back of my neck and I felt her wet snatch push back against my leg.
Our rabid kisses raged on, and she started humping my thigh.

“Oh, Durgesh,” she gasped, coming up for air. “I’ve waited so long…”

We both noticed the string of saliva hanging between our mouths, and as it splashed down onto her chest, I ripped open her dress.
The buttons popped and she almost snarled – then swooned when my lips pinched her nipple and my hand squeezed her tiny fresh tit.

“I love you, Durgesh…”

Her face was in rapture and her wet-with-My-saliva lips were panting and hungry for more sexy tongue.

“Are you Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb?” I said.

“Yes, Durgesh, I’ll be anything you want…anything at all, I promise…”

My mouth launched onto hers and our tongues duelled frantically.
She grabbed my arm and pulled my hand from her big tit and unceremoniously forced it between my thigh and her panties.
With her hand over mine, she wrapped my palm against her mound and held it there.
The soft cotton was soaking wet, her virgin Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot red hot and simmering towards an orgasm.

Her kisses laboured, pausing to gasp as her body boiled.
I felt her finger push down on mine against the wet cotton, and inside, her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot split open.
My finger tips threaded her sodden gusset into her dripping fuckhole, gagging it.
Clearly she just needed “something” up there.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” she murmured, “Oh, Durgesh, oh, Durgesh…”

“Cum for me, Babygirl,” I urged, “cum for Durgesh…”

I filled her moans with kisses and pressed down hard on her clit through the panties.
As I did so, her thighs crunched together like a vice against my thigh – and the hand that was holding my neck went in search of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The Moment she grabbed the shaft through my pants, hard and fat in her sweet hand, her clit throbbed and her head swung back against the cushions.
I squeezed her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot really hard in my fist as she tried to rip my Uncut Hindu Lund right through the material of my pants.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s beautiful eyes narrowed and a straining, tortured expression struck her pretty face.
She choked my Uncut Hindu Lund in her fist and held my frigging finger hard against her cotton-wrapped clit.
As she started to cry, her body tensed and kept tensing, kept tensing, until a tear spilled to her cheek and her orgasm exploded in one great tsunami.
Her thighs almost crushed my leg and she held my arm away as she started cumming in her panties.
I could feel her young Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing in waves in my palm.
Her tiny perfect Musalmān tits were heaving.

When she finally released my hand, I wiped the wet mascara across her cheek and I sunk down on her again, giving her a tender kiss which melted as our mouths became one.
My lips slid back and forth against hers, wet and slippery from more tears and more tongue.

I love the way Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb cried when she cums.

“It was ok, Durgesh,” she said, “It always makes me cry…”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb wilted in my arms, the orgasm running out of her in ever decreasing waves.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started massaging my thigh, wallowing in the wet patch on my pants.
She was so hot, sweating, her long hair clinging to her cheeks.
She started licking my lips and gently stroking her palm along the length my deprived Uncut Hindu Lund.

She was oh-so-serious looking, her eyes so wet and ravenous, as though the orgasm had set free some other darker Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet – the first sign of the sex goddess she hid so well in that adorable, daily disguise of innocence.

“Was that nice,” she said, “making Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb cum?”

“Like Heaven,” I said.

“What else you gonna make me do?” she said, desperate to know. “You can do anything you want to me….”

“There are so many things,” I said.
My words made Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb smile and she let out an adorable giggle.
“Are you still a virgin?” I said, holding my breath.

She nodded, wiped her tears and looked into my eyes. “I’m so tight, Durgesh.” She kissed me. “I know how hard you must get wondering how tight I am…”

“Y’do?” I said.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb nodded and said,
“Do you always think about me?”

“When I hardon?”
She nodded and I said,
“Always, babygirl. D’you always think about me?”

“Ever since I can remember,” she said. “I wait for you to come to my room every night and try and imagine what you’re thinking about me. And I imagine you fucking me, wondering how tight I am, and all I wanna do is show you how tight I am, and I play with myself for you and, and, I lie there waiting for you, wanting to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund so bad…”

“Have you sucked Uncut Hindu Lund before?” I said.

She shook her head and dared to confess, “But I practice every night with my dildo.”

“Yeah?” I said, picked her damp hair from her flushed face.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb nodded, looked into my eyes and said, “every night…wishing it was your Uncut Hindu Lund in my ardent Musalmān mouth…”

I kissed her once and straddled her lap.
My boner pushed out far and hard and she smiled, unbuttoning the rest of her dress.
Her head Cocked to one side and cheekily, she said,
“Aren’t you gonna tell your babygirl what to do?”

I smiled, she had my dominant nature rumbled already.
I brushed the hair from her mascara-streaked cheek and ran my thumb across her bee-stung lips.
She kissed my palm and licked it and let out a long breath that told me her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was already recovering from the big orgasm she’d just had.

“Unzip me,” I said, looking into her eyes.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb smiled coyly and said,
“Yes, Durgesh…”

Her palm ran across the wet patch on my thigh and as my tool jerked behind the material, she licked her lips and became a little nervous once again.
With both hands she unbuttoned my pants.
Her chocolate brown eyes looked up at me and her top teeth grated across her bottom lip.
As she drew down the zip, she rook a deepest breath.

“Take it out,” I said.

“This is my first time,” she said.

Her red painted nails drew down the elastic of my shorts, my pants with them, and as she came to my swollen Hindu shaft, she stretched the waistband of my shorts wide to set my Uncut Hindu Lund free.
“Allah! Oh, God,” she sang.
My foreskin drew back as my bloated head swelled and her little bit of awe was for the surprise of how wet and sticky I was.
My head was slathered in pre-cum.

“You see what you do to me, babygirl?”

“I get so wet knowing I make you so excited…”

” Take my balls out, too, sweetie.”

“It was so fuckin’ big, Durgesh,” she enthused as she dragged my shorts as low she could.
She reached inside and I felt her slender fingers cradled my sweaty, aching balls.
That ravenous expression came over her pretty face again, she looked up at me and said,
“I can’t believe this is happening…”

“Lick my balls,” I said. “Look at me…”
Into my eyes she gazed as she leant forward, her tongue out like a bayonet.
“That’s it. Lick My balls.”
Her tongue swirled around like a big paint brush and her palms held my clenched thigh muscles.
“Oh, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb,”
She started kissing them – big wet kisses that got wider and wider until her tongue drew one ball into her mouth.
“That’s a good Musalmān girl,” I said, scooping her hair back with both hands so I could see better.
As I did so, I felt her tongue at the base of my Hindu shaft, followed by one, two, three, four kisses all the way up, and as her dark sumptuous gaze looked up at me again, her ever-wet Musalmān tongue ran all the way back down to my balls.

She kissed them in turn and said,
“Like that, Durgesh?”

I held her hair gently in one hand and pointed my Uncut Hindu Lund at her face with my other hand.
“Just the head,” I said, peeling back my foreskin, presenting it to her.
My handful of hair was gentle persuasion.
“Look at me, babygirl.” She licked just under my dripping Uncut Hindu Lundhead, her mouth opened and rose over my glistened purple mushroom head.
“Oh, babygirl,” I crooned as the rim of my head disappeared into her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb drew back, her stretched top lip rolling across my head, drawing all my pre-cum into her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Mmmm,” she hummed.
Her hand ran up my thigh and she wrapped her plump fist around my fat, arcing Hindu shaft and, “Mmmmmmm, Durgesh,” she said, my Uncut Hindu Lundhead popping from her greasy lips. “Wow, you’re ready to burst.”

“Slowly,” I said, agreeing with her. “Mmm, oh, fuck,” I moaned, watching her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth rock back and forth over my head.
Each time her lip popped over the rim of my head, my shaft would jerk.
“Slowly, babygirl, slowly…”
She squeezed my Hindu shaft and she started jacking me ever so slowly, back and forth, back and forth, popping my head in and out, in and out, in and out of her sweet, young Musalmān mouth.

“Is that nice?” she asked, taking a breather.
She wanked me slow, staring lovingly at my Uncut Hindu Lund. “Mmmm,” she hummed each time my big aching head emerged from my Hindu foreskin.
Her eyes flicked up to me,
“You’re so big, Durgesh, so big and strong…” My Uncut Hindu Lund, like an iron bar in her soft grip. “Oh, yeah,” she sang as a drop of pre-cum oozed from my head.
Her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth enveloped my head against and she sucked my sticky juice into her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth. “Fuck,” she said, “I can feel you throbbing in my hand…”

“Oh, babygirl,” I moaned. “I’m so close…”

“Has Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb got you all excited, Durgesh?” She sucked on my head, once. “You like watching your big girl suck your big Uncut Hindu Lund?” Her hand drew down toward my balls and stopped, holding my swollen, aching Uncut Hindu Lundhead exposed. “D’you wanna cum in Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s mouth?” Her lips rolled over my head, and after one long lick of my Hindu shaft, she gasped, “C’mon, Durgesh, I know you want to…”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I moaned.

I pulled her head toward me, she grabbed my thighs and I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lundhead between her lips.
She held my big head in her wet Musalmān mouth and started suckling, suckling, suckling, never breaking her adoring gaze up to me.
I rocked her head back and forth.
Just the head, just the head, just my bloated Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lundhead in her big girl mouth.
As she suckled, I fucked her pre-cum pout.

“Here it comes, sweetie.” I felt my thigh muscles clench in her palms and her nostrils were flaring wildly for breath. “Oh, babygirl…I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”

My Uncut Hindu Lund jerked into the roof of her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as her top lip locked onto the rim of my head, her eyes began to water and her mascara started to run and I felt myself ejaculate into Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s mouth.
A big shot of cum burst inside her.
She started swallowing and suckling, and with each jerk of my Uncut Hindu Lund, she drank another blast and swallowed.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looks so beautiful when she was swallowing my Hindu cum.

I pulled her head back gently and her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened wide for much needed air.
She smiled a joyous smile and wiped her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with the back of her hand.
“Was that ok?” she asked.

“Oh, Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb,” I said, my own chest heaving, “that was fuckin’ perfect. Stick out your tongue..”

As she peeled her dress off her shoulders, I jerked off a long string of my Hindu semen and watched it puddle up on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
She drew her tongue into her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed, causing an innocent giggle and a smile to erupt on her oh, so pretty face.

“Was that ok?” she said, as I rose to my feet.
My pants fell to my ankles and Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb stood, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Thank you, Durgesh,” she said.
She rose on her tip-toes and kissed me, softly.
Our lips fell in love again and my palms grabbed her perfectly round gorgeous glamorous firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and as I pulled her off the ground, her long, tanned, teenage legs wrapped around my waist.
She was so light, there was no effort.

With her legs wrapped around my waist, her perfectly round gorgeous glamorous firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cradled in my hands, and her precious big Musalmān tits brushing my chest, I started to carry Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb inside the villa.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked longingly into my eyes, took a deep breath and said,
“I want you to fuck me so bad, Durgesh.”
I knelt on the edge of the bed and laid Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb down gently on the sheet.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb was a virgin.
Her name is Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb and she’d never felt the meat of a man inside her young Musalmān body, skin against skin, big and alive, choking her stubborn Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Never had the deepest, molten depths of her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot been bathed in hot, loving Hindu semen. Never had she experienced My sexy violation.

I’m going to fuck Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb bareback and ejaculate inside her tight Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot – like all Hindu men dream of doing – cumming inside beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
I know when I’m alone, stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund, the thought of filling Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s young Musalmān snatch with my hot Hindu load always made my Uncut Hindu Lund hard.
I wondered whether all Hindu men dreamt like me.

Her glowing, plump Musalmān body lay in the moonlight, her holiday tan turning bronze in the pewter glow.
Beads of sweat ran down her flat stomach and her nipples seemed ever-hard.
I pulled her panties off her hips, slowly, unfolding the cotton from her un-touched mound.
I almost lost my breath when I saw it – not a single whisp of hair – just a silky smooth, perfect puppy-fat mound split by a tight, pursed slit.
Lower, the wet gusset peeled almost painfully from her sticky snatch, glued to her flower by her own syrupy cum.

All I could hear was the waves turning over the sand and her oh, so cautious breaths moving in time with her stomach. Her tummy went up and down, up and down, glistening and golden in the heat and the moonlight. She was torrid – her whole body glowing with lust.

I cherished the Moment.
Slowly, dreamily, stripping her down.
Such soft skin, barely a woman.
She smelled like a girl, all flowers and unsophisticated teenage musk, amid the disco sweat and the sweet, sweet aphrodisiac of her cum-slick Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

As I rolled her sodden panties down her long hard teenage thighs, I gazed at her perfect hairless Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot trapped in her tan line.
Her soft flat tummy all wet from the heat.
Her a-cups trying to be b-cups.
My eyes lavished every part of her tender body, swooning from her shiny throat up to her dry lips and falling once again into the oceans of her adoring eyes – which were framed by sexy streaks of mascara and her long dark hair clinging to her hot sticky face.
My innocent girl and her spoiled make-up that made her look like a cheap sex goddess.
She looked so fucking gorgeous.
I wanted to kiss her all over, taste every small bit of her.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked scared, terrorised and excited in equal parts about the prospect of feeling a length of Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time.
The anticipation of being penetrated was consuming her, her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenching in expectation, her nerves rising in confusion.

“Are you scared, babygirl?” I said as I drew her panties down to her ankles.

“A little bit,” she said, watching me drop her panties on the sheet.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb licked her dry, cautious lips and I assured her,
“It’s ok to be scared.”

“Not like that,” she said, her eyes saddening, “I’m just scared I’ll not be any good…I wanna be good, I wanna do it just the way you like…”

I kissed her knees in turn and said,
“You’re doing perfect…”

“Promise?” she said. “I want it to be…”

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb gasped when I split her knees.
She leant back on her elbows and watched me spread her legs.
I held her thighs apart, she started to blush and her skin started to Prickle – she was showing her Durgesh her treasure, her un-fucked bounty that had been coveted by even every Musalmān boy at school, but never surrendered.

“I’ve been having it waxed,” explained Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, “You like it that way, don’t you?”

“How did you know?”

As both my palms ran down the inside of her thighs, she confessed,
“Al Fātimah Al Vaqār and me checked out your porn and all the Musalmān girls of yours had a shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, so I dared Al Fātimah Al Vaqār to come get waxed with me. Did I do right?”

“You did right, sweetheart. It was just so perfect, babygirl,” I said. “So pretty…”

And it was.
Skin like silk, basted with her own thick honey – like a mirror it shone in the moonlight.
Her hairless labia was a big puffy, from the excitement and the heat, split in-two by a dark, closed slit which opened out very slightly at the top to accommodate the hood of her engorged clit.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s budding big trigger was aching, I could see in her eyes the desperation for me to touch it.

As I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, her body tensed, she licked her dry lips – and as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund over the hood of her Musalmān clit, she bit her bottom lip.
She watched my Uncut Hindu Lund sink through her Musalmān wetness and split her slit.
She watched intently, my Uncut Hindu Lund tip running down her Musalmān slit, parting it as I slid down to her empty wet Musalmān fuckhole.
“Oh, Durgesh,” she said.
My Uncut Hindu Lund entered her, her thighs tensed and the walls of her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenched.
“Oh, babygirl,” I said.

“Is that nice and tight, Durgesh?”

“Very…” I said, pushing my knuckle through.

I was Penising Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb.
My Uncut Hindu Lund, slowly, back and forth inside her dripping Musalmān twat.
Her thighs quivered as I pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund down onto her Musalmān clit.

“You’re gonna have to teach me all the things that turn you on,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, watching me take my thumb and forefinger to her Musalmān labia.
As I split her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wide open, she said,
“I wanna make your Uncut Hindu Lund so hard, Durgesh.” Wide open, my Uncut Hindu Lund still in her.
Her flower bloomed, salmon pink, delicious and glistening.
“I wanna be so bad,” she said, her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opening as I kissed her pink. “You’ll tell me if I do it right, won’t you?”
Her whole body shuddered as I licked her big clit.
The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund circled her bean-smooth Musalmān cherry, then poked under its hood, flicking it from side to side.
“Oh-ummm,” she sang, “Allah, that feels good…”
I rubbed her Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Lund and the spongy, slippery walls of her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund .
“Oh, yes,” she mused, “right there, oh-ummm…Allah, oh, God, that feels so fuckin’ good, Durgesh!”

I pulled my wet Uncut Hindu Lund from her ardent Musalmān snatch and said,
“When you were sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund…” I gave her a single lap of my Uncut Hindu Lund all across her spread Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “…it turned me on when you said, ‘thank you, Durgesh’.”

“You like that? I bet you did…”

“I like a good Musalmān girl,” I said, “…will you be a good Musalmān girl?”

“I’ll be any kind of Musalmān girl you want.”

“A good Musalmān girl that does as Durgesh says…”

“Haven’t I always done as I’m told?”

“Yes, babygirl,” I said, “you’ve always been the perfect…”

I kissed her Musalmān clit and she said,
“But this feels so bad what we’re doing…”

“But so right,” I countered.

“I know,” she said, gasping at the tingling in her Musalmān clit. “I wanna go all the way, I wanna be a very good Musalmān girl for you…”

“Just let it out,” I said, blowing cold breath on her throbbing trigger, “express yourself, don’t hold back.” I kissed her pink flower, each petal, and said, “Show me…”

I couldn’t feel Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s hymen, which only meant she’d been fingering herself.
There’s been many a night I’ve heard the faint porn soundtrack coming from her room, and I’d found her dildo when sniffing her panty drawer.
Part of me wished she hadn’t, so I could have broken it with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Better that she had – it saved her deflowering from being bloody or hurting her too much.
She was so tight there was no way it wasn’t going to hurt some, and the cautiousness in her expression was surely a reflection of her own concern about how much it was going to hurt.

I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her, and keeping her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot spread wide open, I teased her wet Musalmān hole with my Uncut Hindu Lund tip.
“Is this where you want me,” I said.
She nodded and I shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund in her, as deepest as I could.
I rolled her Musalmān clit under my thumb and I could almost feel her sizzle.
“You’re so tight…” I said, twisting my Uncut Hindu Lund round in her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, feeding it deepest. “….I’ll need to be extra hard to be deepest.”

“I want you deepest,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, feeling a wave brewing in her swollen trigger.

My Uncut Hindu Lund screwed her and her tummy sank and the swollen walls of her tight Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot chewed at the intrusion, gagging and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.
Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb had such a strong young Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I slowly fucked her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and as she got wetter, as I teased her Musalmān clit even harder, she moaned so wholeheartedly I knew she was ready to take Uncut Hindu Lund fully.
Her hips started grinding to the rhythm of my Uncut Hindu Lund, bucking forward a big each time I shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
She was brewing to cum, I could see her tears starting to well-up in her eyes.

“You ready, babygirl?” I said.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb nodded, watching my glistening Uncut Hindu Lund emerge from her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she hissed. “I’m so ready, Durgesh…”
She watched me as I looked into her eyes, she took a deep breath and said in almost a whisper, “Fuck me, Durgesh.”

My palm slid across her flat, wet stomach and I said,
“Spread your legs wider.”

My good Musalmān girl obeyed and I pushed my hard flexed thighs against her hamstrings.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was almost stiff.
It would have been stiff enough for her Ammī’s Uncut Hindu Lund-hungry Musalmān twat, but to penetrate Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s snug young Musalmān fuckhole, it needed to be as stiff as an iron bar.
I picked up her wet panties off the sheet, wrapped the elastic over the base of my Hindu shaft and round the back of my balls, and tied them tight.
My blood pumped harder, filling my Hindu shaft.

“You like that, babygirl?” I asked, stroking myself.

“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh,” she said, watching the veins bulging along my Hindu shaft.

“I’ve got an Uncut Hindu Lund ring at home, but your panties will do fine….”

My head swelled, bloating, the skin on my Uncut Hindu Lund becoming so tight I couldn’t pull my foreskin forward one small bit.
A look of fear struck Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s expression as she watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swell, thicker and thicker.
Her fear mixed with awe as my Uncut Hindu Lund stood tall, pointing skyward, the shaft rising into a stiff arc – and on top – the prize for all good Musalmān houseladies, My engorged head.

“Oh, wow,” said Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb, “it makes it so thick and big when you do that!”

“Gimme your hand,” I said.

I took it before she gave and she leant forward, her mascara eyes gazing up at me as I wrapped her slight fist around my monster.
I felt her fingers rippling across my pumped veins, and she gushed at the super-ribbed tension of my shaft.

“It is so fucking hard!” she declared.
Her fingertips ran over my iron shaft and the big sex goddess inside her said,
“Ummmmm,” and “Ah, yeeeah,” as her fingers rolled over my head and drew down a string of precum. “It was so beautiful, Durgesh,” she moaned, oiling my shaft with the precum. “It was gonna hurt…”

“I’ll be gentle,” I promised. “Slow as you like, sweetie. I want to take my time breaking you in…”

As I spoke, that ravenous expression bloomed once again.
She lay back against the cushions.
Her hands slid behind her knees and she pulled her legs wide open.
I fondled my balls and watched Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s hands slide down the back of her thighs, and then, without any instruction from me, her fingertips peeled open her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips to show me her innocent pink and the hungry little Musalmān hole she wanted filling.

“Put it in,” she gasped. “Oh, yeeeah,” she sang as I slid my balls over her slick pink flower.
The Moment I pushed my head against her flower, she started to pant.
“Put it in, put it in me…”

I ran the length of my Hindu shaft over her Musalmān clit, and back.
She stared down her slim body, over her mound, her eyes unable to tear themselves away from the sight of my Uncut Hindu Lund in my fist.
I worked it round and round her slick pink, and up and over her Musalmān clit until the tight, shiny sack around my balls licked her exposed flower and slid over her hairless Musalmān mound.
A bead of precum popped from my head, and as it trickled down my Hindu shaft toward my Uncut Hindu Lund, she let go off her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
The slippery tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her closing Musalmān slit.
Now she was lost for words, mesmerised by the sight of our touching genitals.
As I drew my head down through her virgin Musalmān slit, her fingertips rolled open her puffy Musalmān labia and once again her pink flower bloomed.

A single tear ran from the corner of her eye as my bloated head kissed the sodden opening to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“You ok?” I asked.
She gazed at me and strained a smile and a second tear ran from the corner of her other eye.
“Yes, Durgesh,” she said, her eyes pleading and frightened.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb looked down at her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my big head at her tiny Musalmān hole.
Her girl cum kissed my precum and I felt the torrid heat from inside her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot breath against the rim of my head.
“Allah, Oh, God, do it… Durgesh, pleaaaaaaaaaaase!” she cried.
I pressed my head against her virgin Musalmān hole and she licked her tremendously lovely Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, bit her lip and readied herself for the pain.
“Put it in me.”

“You’re not a virgin anymore,” I said, pushing my purple head into her pink Musalmān fuckhole.

Al Tahajjud Al Wahāb’s mouth opened wide and her head swung back, lashing the pillows with hair.
Her stubborn Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot clenched, repelling my hungry Uncut Hindu Lundhead.
“Push it,” she said, almost fainting at the sight of my head disappearing into her Musalmān body.
She could barely hold her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot open.
“Oh, you’re inside me, Durgesh, your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside me…” she shouted in sheer ecstasy and immense bliss, “The ever greatest Durgesh is inside me now. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I’m so happy now. My dreams came true ultimately.”

Chapter 21
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam