Just Eighteen Just Adult: 38
Posted: January 8, 2015 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādirah Al Faisal, Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, Al Sābirah Al Siddīq, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, 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, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex Leave a commentChapter 38
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was her sister; at eighteen.
She was a year younger than Al Nādirah Al Faisal was.
When her Abbū divorced HER, Al Nādirah Al Faisal was eleven and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ten.
The judge decided we were old enough to choose which parent we wanted to live with.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was always my girl, so she chose her Ammī to live with me, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal chose to live with their Abbū.*
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I packed quickly, not wanting to leave.
We exchanged e-mail addresses, needing to think that we would stay in touch.
We parted outside the hotel, sharing lingering kisses until Al Rābiyah Al Faisal left, walking away quickly and not looking back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just about made our train to the airport on time.
We sat close together, each of us thinking about the weekend we had just enjoyed, and what had happened.
On the plane, we smiled in whispers of our love and desire, of what we wanted.
As we landed back in England, I leant over and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my hand resting on her bare thigh.
“I need to go to London soon,” I told her, “Just for a few days.”
“Yes, please,” she gasped before I could say another word, leaning over to kiss me.
I glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady.
She sat next to me on the train as it pulled away from the station on its way to London.
She quickly smiled back at me as we settled down for the journey, conscious that we were not alone – although the rest of the seats around us were empty.*
We were on our way up to London to spend some time at a job fair.
Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still at University, the fair was important in considering her future, and she valued my advice on these things.
It also gave us the opportunity to spend some time together, which we’d always enjoyed.
We were heading up to London for the whole weekend.
We planned to spend the rest of Friday sight seeing, before going to the fair on Saturday, with a bit more sight seeing on Sunday, before heading home.
Well, as far as anyone else knew that was our plan.
Nevertheless, we knew that we would spend much more time in the hotel than anyone would guess.
In addition, that we would spend that time together as we had enjoyed spending so much time together for the last year.
As lovers.
The trouble was Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, who – at nineteen – was a year younger than Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
A few days ago, I had announced that I wanted to go with them, so that I could catch up with some friends.
I had desperately tried to put Al Muħammad Al Åbbās off, saying he’d never get in the hotel, but Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had already been on the Internet to book – it was all arranged.
On hearing the news, I had phoned the hotel immediately, booking another room for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, our plans in shatters.
With a sigh, I turned away, but not before my eyes had once again drunk in just how beautiful Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.
I felt my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund twitch as I thought about her, about my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady, my lover.
She was wearing a tight jumper, with a zip down the front that stopped just short of her full, firm exquisite young Musalmān breasts.
The jumper clung to her, and showed off her tanned belly, with the little gold moon hanging across her navel, each time she raised her arms or reached out.
Even though she was wearing a bra, I was sure I could make out a hint of her nipples.
She was wearing a denim skirt that ended half way up her smooth young smart Musalmān thighs, showing off her long beautiful Musalmān legs.
Nevertheless, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sat next to me, her skirt had ridden up an inch or two, showing off more of her soft Musalmān thighs to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reaching up to tie back her mass of auburn hair with a band, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts pressing forward with every movement.
I stifled a moan, aware of the growing Hindu bulge in my jeans.
I turned slightly, looking past Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and out of the window.
But my eyes were drawn back to her, to her beautiful smart young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
With her hair tied back, I looked across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s graceful Musalmān neck, at her pert nose with its sprinkling of freckles, at her full, kissable smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was wearing red lip gloss, and just for a fleeting moment I thought about her beautiful quivering red crimson ardent Musalmān lips sliding along my everlastingly stanch, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, the two of us naked together.
Beside me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense my eyes on her, but she didn’t dare look my way.
Like me, she had been desperately looking forward to this weekend, to being along with me.
In the months since we had last been properly together, during that unforgettable weekend in Rome, we had hardly been alone, just managing to grab a few stolen, often desperate, minutes together.
Until the previous evening, the last time we had been together had been six weeks ago, when I had taken Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back to University.
She was sharing a house with some friends, although each of them had their own room.
After unloading all her stuff from the car, we had started to say our goodbyes, conscious of the other people in the house, of the other students arriving, of their friends and parents unloading their things.
We had tried to say goodbye, to be sensible, but then we were in each other’s arms, the door was being kicked shut, and I was backing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās up against a wall.
We fucked as if it might be the last time, clawing at each other’s clothes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragging My long, hard Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund from my jeans as I undid hers and pushed them down onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.
We fucked stood up, awkwardly, desperately, both of us crying out as we came.
We had only just tidied themselves up when the door had crashed open as one of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s friends burst into the room.*
Their Abbū was an Over ardent Musalmān.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was sent to a fundamentalist Madarsah school, back in West Virginia, where they moved to after their divorce.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I hadn’t seen Al Waħīdah Al Faisal since she was fourteen, when she came to visit us here in Northern California for a week.
She was a skinny, tit-less adolescent with braces on her teeth, zits, and stringy hair.
Her Abbū made her wear totally shapeless long dresses that covered her up from the neck to the ankles.
It turned out that Al Waħīdah Al Faisal finally rebelled against the sect they belonged to, and once she was considered an adult, no one could force her to stay there any longer.
Once she made it known that she wanted to leave, Their Abbū dis-owned her and she was shunned by the Madarsah.
“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, what is this going to do to US?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal practically yelled at me.
“I guess you’ll have to move back to your own room, and we’ll have to be really discreet when we have sex with each other.”
It was futile to talk of any moral with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when she was in such a mood.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wasn’t less sexy than their Ammī, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd.
Both the Ammī and daughter needed immerse sex from me.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal screamed. “This ruins everything for us. Why did you let that little bitch come here?”
“Number one, she too is your Ammī’s, Al Saåīdah Al Saåīd’s, daughter, and I love her. Besides that, she has no place else to go. And, she is not a little bitch; she is your real younger sister.”
“And she too has a beautiful young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot for your ever ravenous Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Nādirah Al Faisal charged me, out of sheer jealousy, “You Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! You can’t leave any beautiful Musalmān Choot unfucked by you.”
“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You are imagining things, my nineteen years old, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān wife,”
Calling her ‘wife’ by me always made Al Nādirah Al Faisal proud and happy.
Nevertheless, she still said,
“She was always a bitch, even when she was a little girl. We never did get along with each other. And now, I HATE her.”
“You don’t even know her anymore.”
“I don’t want to know her. And now Al Nādirah Al Faisal has to share a room with her.”
“We’re just going to have to suck it up, and make the best of it.”
“But, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I love you, and I don’t want to sleep alone again. I want to sleep with you.”
“I know, Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I want to be with you, too. We’ll just have to wait and see what happens. We have a week together before she gets here.”
“I’m gonna use that week to fuck your brains out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal did, what she announced.*
I had said my goodbyes then.
The six weeks since then had seemed a long time, but at least we had this weekend to look forward to.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had got home the previous afternoon, ready for the weekend away.
It was only then that I had told her of Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’s plan to join us in London.
The disappointment on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s face was matchless.
In the evening, we sat in the lounge watching TV, sitting as close together as we dare.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had had a shower, and was sat in her towelling robe, gently rubbing her still damp hair from time to time with a towel, I watching her out of the corner of my eye, watching her naked young smart Musalmān body moving under the robe as she idly finger combed her hair.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was with us, while Al Sābirah Al Siddīq, My wife, was getting ready to go out for a couple of hours to a meeting.
Al Sābirah Al Siddīq had said, “See you later,” to us all, only to come back a few minutes later to say that her car wouldn’t start.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās had recently got his first car.
He quickly offered to drive her, wait around, and bring her back.
As they left, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had looked at each other, hardly able to believe our Bhogchakr.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought about all this, she could sense my eyes on her again.
She turned and smiled at me seductively, before we both settled back, our eyes closed, thinking about the night before.*
The door had hardly closed behind the others before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms.
We kissed, our mouths crushed together, our tongues searching out each other, thrusting and exploring.
I leant over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, pressing her into the corner of the settee as I tugged at the belt of her robe.
I pulled the two sides free, her exquisite young Musalmān breasts springing into view, full and firm.
With a groan, I kissed her exquisite young Musalmān breasts, nipping at her nipples as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās frantically undid my jeans.
My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund sprung free, and this time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as she reached between us, pulling my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund towards her as she slid down to meet me. And then I was inside her, deep inside her, both of us crying out our need, our lust, as I drove my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund into her, as she pushed her hips up to meet my driving Hindu thrusts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached around her Anant Muslimātchod Sixty fie years old ultimate experienced Hindu lover.
her hands reaching for my hips as I leant over her, driving my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
I reached for the arm of the settee behind her, leaning my body against hers, my chest stilling her swaying exquisite young Musalmān breasts as my mouth sought out hers, as her tongue drove between my lips.
We fucked hard, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretching around my long, hard perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund as I pounded into her.
She cried out as she came, her nails digging into my hips as we clung together, as I kept my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.
And then I was driving into her again, roaring out my never ending Hindu lust to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my Hindu cum erupted inside her aching her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she came again, as we slumped together, our ragged breathing echoing around she room.*
The next week we picked Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up at the airport.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal barely recognized her after four years.
She had definitely filled out.
Anyone could tell that even though she wore that awful shapeless dress.
Her braces were gone and her complexion had cleared up.
Her blond hair was fixed into a single braid that hung almost down to her beautiful Musalmān ass.
I went up to her with my arms wide open, pulling her into my body for a hug.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t stand the idea of my body pressed against her.
She didn’t return the hug, but just stood there stiffly.
That wasn’t something that was done by members of her Madarsah, especially between men and women.
“Hello, Durgesh. Hello, Al Nādirah Al Faisal,” she said, by way of greeting us, “Thank you for letting me come here to stay with you.”
“You’re always welcome here, sweetheart. I’ve really missed you.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I called her that.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that I made her welcome here.
She looked like a freak in those clothes.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be ashamed to have any of her friends meet her.
At least she called me “Durgesh.”
I was not HER ‘Daddy’ at least; Al Nādirah Al Faisal smiled noticing it.
When we got home, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal wandered around the house, taking it all in.
It was a palace compared to where she had been living.
It is a palace, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal was the princess.
My princess.
My Queen?
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal didn’t know it.
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, darling, will you please take Al Waħīdah Al Faisal up and show her to your room?”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was really pissed off, because not only she was being booted out of my room, but also that Al Nādirah Al Faisal had to share hers.
The house had three bedrooms, but I used one for my office.
She picked up one of her suitcases; Al Nādirah Al Faisal grabbed the other one, and went up to HER bedroom.
When I found out Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was coming, I took the queen sized bed out of her room and replaced it with two singles.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal gave her the one by the inside wall, and took the bed by the window for herself.
They dumped her luggage on her bed and Al Nādirah Al Faisal showed her where she could hang her clothes in the closet.
I had bought another dresser.
She opened her bags and started to put her clothes away.
“Is that all you have? All the dresses are the same.”
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I hate these clothes, but they’re all I was allowed to wear.”
“Don’t you have any jeans or anything?”
“Only men were allowed to wear pants; women always had to wear dresses. I’d love to wear jeans, but I don’t have any.”
Her eyes misted up, and a tear ran down her cheek.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal felt very sorry for her, and it started to touch her heart.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated that she would be keeping me from me, but it wasn’t really her fault.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal got a pair of her jeans and a tee shirt out of her dresser.
She looked to be about her size, although it was hard to tell with that baggy dress on.
“Here, try these on,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing her her clothes.
She started toward the bathroom to change.
“You don’t have to go into the bathroom; you can change right here.”
“I, um, I’m not used to taking my clothes off in front of anybody.”
“Lillāh, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, we’re both girls. We used to run around naked together when we were little. Take your rotten dress off so I can see what else I have that might fit you.”
She totally cringed hearing her language, but that’s the way, Al Nādirah Al Faisal talked.
She’ll need to get used to it.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal took a deep breath and, turning her back to Al Nādirah Al Faisal, started to unbutton her dress.
It had a lot of buttons on it.
They didn’t believe in zippers.
Shyly, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal slipped the dress off and stood there in her underwear.
She wore a thick white cotton bra that completely covered her beautiful young Musalmān tits; made of material so thick One would never know she had nipples.
Her underpants, certainly none could call them panties, were also white cotton and rode high enough to cover her belly button.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal had definitely filled out.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was lush; curvy in all the right places, with a nice rack and round, heart-shaped wonderful Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān ass.
Actually, they could be twins.
Not to be boasting or anything, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a hot Musalmān body, and she knew it.
In addition, Al Nādirah Al Faisal exhibited it proudly.
It was her wonderful asset.
A woman had none other asset as wonderful as her beautiful body if she had it.
Even I get a hard-on just looking at a beautiful female body.*
I was going to take a shower, so Al Nādirah Al Faisal started taking her clothes off too.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal did a double take when she looked at her underwear.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing a black lace bra that lifted her beautiful young Musalmān tits, barely covering her nipples, which one could see right through the sheer fabric.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wore French cut bikini panties.
I bought all her sexy underthings and negligees.
I loved to see Al Nādirah Al Faisal in them.
Moreover, I really loved taking them off Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
Standing there in her ugly underwear, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal again.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal went into her dresser and pulled out a sexy white lace bra and matching panties.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t think Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was ready for a thong yet, so these were low-cut bikinis, similar to what Al Nādirah Al Faisal was wearing.
“Here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, handing them to Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, “you can wear these.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal looked shocked for a minute, and then smiled.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped down naked, ready for her shower.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal was studying her body as Al Nādirah Al Faisal sauntered toward the bathroom.
When Al Nādirah Al Faisal finished her shower, she was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the wall, checking herself out from every angle.
She sat down on her bed while Al Nādirah Al Faisal was dressing, and when Al Nādirah Al Faisal turned around, tears were running down Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s cheeks.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stood stock still for a moment, then went over and wrapped her arms around her, holding her tight and rocking her as she sobbed.
As much as a hard-ass that Al Nādirah Al Faisal tended to be, underneath it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a really soft heart.
As much as Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hate her, she couldn’t do it.
Although they didn’t get along with each other when they were younger, Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.
Moreover, Al Nādirah Al Faisal still did.
“What’s wrong, Al Waħīdah Al Faisal? Tell me about it.”
Her body-wracking sobs subsided, and she sat up straight, wringing her hands in her lap. She looked at Al Nādirah Al Faisal plaintively, her eyes red from crying.
“I don’t know where to begin. My life is just so messed up. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing, or where I do belong.”
Al Nādirah Al Faisal wanted to hug Al Waħīdah Al Faisal and tell her that she belonged here, but it would thoroughly fuck up her relationship with me.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal didn’t know what we were going to do.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal encouraged her to talk it out, so maybe she’d feel better getting it out of her system.
“I didn’t feel like I belonged in Abbū’s Madarsah community. They’re all so radically fundamentalists. The only book we were allowed to read, besides our schoolbooks, was the Al Qur’an Al Karīm. I love to read and I’d sneak novels into my room at night, but if I got caught with one, I’d get whipped. We weren’t allowed to watch TV, except for religious shows on Jumā’, and we could only listen to Islamic music. Occasionally I’d go to somebody else’s house and watch TV or listen to popular music.”
“That must be awful,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.
“I could see on TV or in magazines how regular people lived, and I want to do that too. Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see people kissing, and I want to know what that’s like. I don’t even know how to kiss. Whenever Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I see it or think about it, I get funny feelings in my body that I can’t explain.”
“What kind of feelings in your body?”
“Like kind of a tugging feeling low in my stomach and a tingling, um, down, ah, there.”
“Down where?”
“Um, down between my legs.”
“You mean in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?”
“My what?”
“Right down here,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, grabbing her crotch.
“You call it a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”
“Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Pussy, cunt, twat, cooze, and a couple dozen other words. What do you call it?”
“Well, I know all the proper–at least the medical– names for all the body parts. I looked at a copy of Grey’s Anatomy in my doctor’s office. So that would be my, er, vagina,” she said, blushing scarlet.
“Don’t you take care of it when you get turned on like that?”
“Turned on? I don’t know what you mean. Take care of what?”
“Turned on means you are sexually aroused. And you take care of it by masturbating.”
“Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I heard some of the Musalmān girls at my school talking about that, but Al Nādirah Al Faisal, I have no idea how to do it.”
“I can show you how to do it. Take your bra and panties off and lie down on your bed.”
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal stuttered and blushed again, but her curiosity overcame her modesty.
She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her legs.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal stripped out of hers and turned to face Al Waħīdah Al Faisal.
Al Waħīdah Al Faisal’s eyes were wide as she looked over her body, and she started when she looked between her legs.
“You, um, you don’t, uh, you don’t have any hair down there?”
“I shave it. Durgesh— I mean, guys like it like that.”
“Y-you let boys see it?”
“Yeah, I do.” Actually, Durgesh is the only “boy” that’s ever seen it, and Al Waħīdah Al Faisal, I hope he’ll always be the only one. Does that bother you?”
“This is all a lot for me to process at once, but I guess it doesn’t bother me. Actually, thinking about it gives me that tingly feeling.”
“Well, I’ll show you the kind of BIG tingle that you’ll never forget.”
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As they kissed, their movements became more urgent, more passionate, both of them wanting more.
After a few minutes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled away and turned quickly, clamping her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s clit while I was fucking her with my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up and grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s ass.
She pulled her hard to her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth so that she could lick and suck at her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her tongue roamed eagerly from her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass all the way down to her clit.
At first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās assumed it was Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s finger slipping into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it felt different – longer, thicker.
Then she realised that Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hands where still holding her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
She sighed as she looked up and saw me beside them.
Her hand was now on my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, stroking along my hard Hindu length.
She gasped as she pulled my foreskin back along the thick, curved length of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to reveal the red, bulbous head already dripping with pre cum.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal watched as I pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and moved behind her.
She reached up to stroke my hard, long ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moaned out loud, as she wanked me gently, her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth still on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She pulled my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund towards Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, guiding me into her.
She watched as I stretched Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It disappeared slowly, just the head at first, and then the whole Hindu length of mine.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as she felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund enter her nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Even after one year of my almost nonstop lovemaking to her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t used to my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She always found there was always something new my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund could give to her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
What a Penis!
What a Lund!
The Penis Benevolent?
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Allah knows better.
As I filled her, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started throbbing around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
She felt Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s mouth sucking on her ardent Musalmān clit.
Her extremely lovely pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was still hungry to taste her.
I slid my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her, the first long, slow strokes being replaced by a faster, more urgent rhythm as our mutual pleasure, our need, built.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās plunge her finger into her synchronizing with the timing of my powerful Hindu thrusts, her wetness pouring onto her smooth Musalmān thighs.
We all cried out as our climaxes built.
I roared as I drove into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās one last time, before holding my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
She felt it jerking as my balls emptied my Hindu cum into her.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached up, lapping at my heavy Hindu balls, sucking them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as she felt my hot Hindu cum take her over the edge, her finger deep inside Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she cried out her pleasure as well.
I pulled out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled off Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, and snuggled up to me as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal did the same, but on the other side of me.
I leant over and kissed them in turn.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās both reached for my heavy ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, still erect between my my strong Hindu male thighs, still anointed with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s fragrant Musalmān juices.
I continued to fuck them as we slept again, not worn out even from our early morning exertions.*
It was my birthday.
I was sixty-five.
As usual, I woke up with a raging hardon.
Not all that unusual for a horny young man like me.
What was unusual today was what was causing it.
As I drifted from sleep to waking, I could feel something bringing me up, or bringing my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund up at least.
Some pretty expert attention was being given to my throbbing member by a wet, slippery expert female Musalmān mouth and equally expert Musalmān tongue that knew just what it took to get me off.
Realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I slowly looked down to see, to my incredible surprise, a gorgeous young woman of about twenty-eight with long auburn hair, beautiful tits in a crimson lace chemise.
Her wide pink mouth was wrapped around the shaft of my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund and her delicate young beautiful Musalmān hand stroked the base of it.
It was Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam.
“Al Jalal Al Islam?” I asked, shocked, “What the hell is happening? You’re sucking my ever stalwart, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, fabulous, Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Mmm,” she sighed, letting my Uncut Hindu Lund slip Momentarily from her mouth, “Happy Birthday, Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām. You’re sixty-five. I thought you’d like a special birthday wake up.”
“What the hell!” I said.
“Abbū has instructed entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies of this household to give you special sexual treatment as Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām.”
“Nonsense!”
“It’s a grand celebration for a whole year from this very moment.” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, winked at me, teasing me.
Al Faisal Al Ħasan was Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s son.
He never approved of his Abbū’s activities.
“There is a limit of everything. I can’t understand this crazy dream of Abbū to be the Mustafa Kemal Ataturk of entire Islamic countries.”
“I love it, Al Faisal Al Ħasan,” Al Faisal Al Ħasan’s wife, Al Jalal Al Islam, said curtly, “You should too. Every dīndār and sincere Musalmān should actually.”*
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.
I was Al Nādirah Al Faisal’s, though not exclusively.
The exclusion was entirely impossible for I was already married to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD even before Al Nādirah Al Faisal came in my life.
So were the other countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies that were my live in relationship partners, my patients in sex therapy etc.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal shared my bed every night.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was totally in love with me, and I was in love with Al Nādirah Al Faisal.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal heard my car pull into the driveway, and she greeted me at the front door.
Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Nādirah Al Faisal pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with hers.
It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, it was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.
“Hi, Durgesh.”
“Hi, Al Nādirah Al Faisal.”
I had called her “Al Nādirah Al Faisal” as long as she could remember, starting when Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a little girl.
Now that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a grown woman, at nineteen, I still calls Al Nādirah Al Faisal that.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal loved it.
“Sit down on the couch, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, and I’ll mix you a drink.”
I was a Juice drinker.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal poured me a double shot.
I hated liquor.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a glass of wine.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal snuggled up next to me and asked me about my day.
I was a Sex Therapist, specializing in beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Expensive cure.
The house HVSI built for Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I was all redwood, natural stone, and lots of glass.
It sat on ten acres, surrounded by woods, and we have a beautiful swimming pool in the backyard.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal and I swim naked.
I was Sixty-Five, but I looked thirty years younger. I had broad shoulders.
I was well muscled, due to my years of sex therapy work.
I still had black hair, miraculously, and black seductive eyes.
I was her idol. Her stepfather, her lover, her best friend.
As Al Nādirah Al Faisal said, we’ve been lovers for about a year, starting just after her eighteenth birthday.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal developed a terrible crush on me just when she entered puberty and her body started to change.
I didn’t make any overt moves toward Al Nādirah Al Faisal for several years; neither could she tell I was looking at Al Nādirah Al Faisal in a different way.
Once her beautiful Musalmān breasts formed their first little buds, they grew rapidly.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a B cup in the ninth grade, and by the time Al Nādirah Al Faisal was a senior in high school, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had grown into the C cup that Al Nādirah Al Faisal was now.
I was very open and very frank with Al Nādirah Al Faisal when it came to discussing anything of a sexual nature.
If Al Nādirah Al Faisal had any questions about sex, I would answer them for Al Nādirah Al Faisal, without any admonishments or judgment.
Her periods were very irregular, so with my consent, her lady doctor, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, prescribed birth control pills to help regulate them.
I was quite aware that a lot of teenagers were sexually active, so with the pill, I felt Al Nādirah Al Faisal would be safe.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal had a lot of girlfriends in high school, yet nothing serious.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal did a bunch of making out and a little light touching, through our clothes, but that was the extent of her sexual activity.
Until myself.
I finished my juice, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal mixed her another one.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal sat down beside me, cuddled up, and nuzzled her neck, raining little butterfly kisses all over my face.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I pulled her face into me, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal crushed her lips down on mine.
Kissing me totally intoxicated Al Nādirah Al Faisal, inflamed her with desire.
When I kissed Al Nādirah Al Faisal, there was a hotline between her lips and her clit.
It started to tingle, and Al Nādirah Al Faisal squirmed next to me.
While her tongue was in my mouth, Al Nādirah Al Faisal put her hand on the bulge in my jeans, feeling my Hindu erection grow beneath her beautiful young Musalmān fingers.
Her mouth was more insistent as I undid the button on her Levi’s and she pulled my zipper down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could hear me groan appreciating Al Nādirah Al Faisal, as her hand reached under her shorts, wrapping it around my hardened Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shaft.
Gripping me firmly, Al Nādirah Al Faisal slid the loose skin on my Sixty five years old, utmost skilled, utmost gifted, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal tugged on my pants and pulled them down, exposing my magnificent Sixty five years old, utmost veteran, utmost capable, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund , totally hard, the bulbous head shining and swollen.
Bending down toward me, Al Nādirah Al Faisal took my Sixty five years old, utmost proficient, utmost clever, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and lowered her head, taking me in her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.
Coating me with her saliva, Al Nādirah Al Faisal ran her pink Musalmān tongue around and around my swollen Hindu crown while bobbing her beautiful young Musalmān head up and down on me.
Her now expert Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue flicked over that sensitive place when her head met the shaft.
This drove me crazy, and my hips started to buck, my Sixty five years old, ultimate experienced, ultimate talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund rising up to meet her beautiful young Musalmān mouth every time it went down.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal cupped my balls in her hand, fondling them first, and then pulling my scrotum down, in rhythm with her descending mouth.
A growl emitted from deep in her throat.
I threw my head back and fisting both hands in her hair, I pulled her beautiful Musalmān head up and down as I thrust up my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal was never surprised that it went on for hours.
She was habitual of my ever lasting sexual prowess now entirely.
My every woman was habitual of it gradually ultimately, sooner or later.
Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew I was getting close to release.
I held her tighter.
My balls started to draw up tight.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could feel the head of my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund swell even more.
Gently, Al Nādirah Al Faisal raked her fingernails over my hardened sack, and that pushed me over the edge.
Shouting her name, I erupted, shooting wad after wad of my Hindu cum down the back of her young Musalmān throat.
Swallowing it all, Al Nādirah Al Faisal looked at up me and smiled.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal really loved to make me cum like this, because Al Nādirah Al Faisal knew very well, how much I’d pay it back to her into her young ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, when we go to bed that night.
Leaving me sated, Al Nādirah Al Faisal got up and made our supper.
Over the years, Al Nādirah Al Faisal had become a really good cook.
That night, Al Nādirah Al Faisal made poached salmon, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and baby red potatoes.
We had just finished dinner, when the phone rang.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal answered it, and with a scowl, handed it to me.
“It’s HER,” Al Nādirah Al Faisal said.
“Her” referred to her Ammī.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal could never call her Ammī or Mom.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal hated her.
I talked with her for a while.
Al Nādirah Al Faisal couldn’t make much from my side of the conversation, except for an “Uh huh.” “I see.” “Yes.” “I’ll be there.”
“What was that about, Durgesh darling?”
“Well, it seems Al Waħīdah Al Faisal is coming to live with us.”
“Why, Lillāh?” Al Nādirah Al Faisal wailed.*
It was mid morning when we were all awake again.
We stayed together until lunchtime, making love, the three of us enjoying each other’s company, each other’s excellent bodies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made love to me, teasing me, loving me, kissing and caressing me.
Each of them was as if crazy for me.
I knew very well that it wasn’t my utmost sexual expertise only that, was making even these teenagers crazy to fuck me.
It was the deliberately planned strategy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Modern Democratic Årabia, the Seven Movements of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Modern Democratic Årabia too now, their Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, etctera.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t want originally to let it happen in this way.
Nevertheless, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more popular and more capable now.
“She is using the ever unquenched thirst of optimum sex of beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Durgesh, my son.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man, commented on it gravely, “I wanted to establish Islamic Democracy in the so called Islamic countries and Musalmīn. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s idea of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was never in my imagination.”
“That’s what I said, Abbū.” I commented gravely myself.
“I thought I could use my daughter’s immense obsession to you, positively.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said ruefully.
“She is trying to make almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady my wife and my wife only. It’s the ever oldest ‘Kr’ñvanto vishvam Ummil Åālmīnam’ movement, nothing else.”
“Projection of that time cycle?”
“I’m confident of it cent percent. Of course, Eīshāno Vishvvedasah, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun!”
“Why do you think you aren’t Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?”
They shared my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund as I lay back on the bed, our mouths and hands everywhere.
They watched as a torrent of my Hindu cum exploded from my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund, splattering onto their exquisite young Musalmān breasts and tummies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal leant over me, sucking the last of my Hindu cum from me.
I moved to one side then, and watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal shared my Hindu cum with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, before easing her onto her back.
I watched as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal licked and sucked my Hindu cum off my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās writhed under our lovers’ lips and tongue and mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal, tracing her fingers through the cum on her pert exquisite young Musalmān breasts before sucking it hungrily from her fingers.
We lay side by side, our bodies pressed together as we kissed, our hands moving over each other’s sexy bodies.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal stroked me as I watched, my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund long and hard in Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s hand.
My Hindu shaft was throbbing.
I moved behind Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as she knelt over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, all of us moaning as I eased my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, extreme expert, unique, paramount celebrated, Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal moaned as my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund filled her.
I moaned as her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot sucked me in deep, moulding itself around my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as she watched my Ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, ultimate renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund disappear into Al Rābiyah Al Faisal’s beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot, as she reached up and ran her Musalmān tongue over my Hindu balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund for few moments, watching it slide in and out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal started to cry out, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled out from underneath her.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal immediately reached out for the end of the bed, arching her back, urging me to fuck her harder, to fuck her deeper, faster.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt beside her, reaching for Al Rābiyah Al Faisal‘s exquisite young Musalmān breasts, her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, touching and caressing her.
As Al Rābiyah Al Faisal came again, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was pulsating around my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to kneel beside her, to reach out for the end of the bed in an image of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal.
Her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass was in the air, her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī luscious young superb Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wet and ready.
I pulled my perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Rābiyah Al Faisal as her orgasm subsided and drove it straight into my Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān lady’s waiting luscious Musalmān body.
I fucked her hard.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal was now beside me.
Her hand reached between my legs for my swaying Hindu balls.
Her other hand was running between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s tight Musalmān cheeks, searching out her puckered Musalmān hole.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as Al Rābiyah Al Faisal pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass, quickly matching the rhythm of my thrusting perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās almost sobbed as I pulled out of her, but then thrust back with a groan as she felt my ever stout, ever incredible, sixty-five years old, utmost skilled, unique, utmost renowned, Uncut Hindu Lund nudging against her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal guided me, feeding me into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s beautiful Musalmān ass until I was fucking her again.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal reached under Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, rubbing her ardent Musalmān clit with one hand, her own clit with the other.
I held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās‘s hips driving into her gorgeous, glamorous, perfect, round, firm, luscious, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān ass.
My perpetually resolute, ever implausible, sixty-five years old, ultimate accomplished, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund, my body, was on fire.
With a roar I came, my Hindu cum erupted into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she came.
Al Rābiyah Al Faisal fell back on the bed.
After holding each other for long minutes, we all showered, all too aware that our time together was at an end.
Chapter 38
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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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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Chapter 31
When we met up for breakfast, I kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās softly on the cheek.
We joined a table of other guests and acted as normally as we could.
But for us, breakfast couldn’t be over quickly enough, as it was then that the coach would arrive to take the other guests back to the airport for our flight home.
We waved the others off, with I assuring them I’d be back in the office on Monday.
As soon as they were gone, we moved Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s stuff into My room.
I pulled in her into my arms and we kissed gently, lingering over our kiss, taking our time.
“Where do you want to go today?” I asked her teasingly when eventually we parted.
“We haven’t got to go out just yet, have we?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās asked, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes bright.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved quickly to me, and we held each other tight, our bodies pressed close together as we kissed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue along my Hindu male lips, and then into my mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue deeper as I kissed on it.
We broke apart, catching our breath for a moment.
As our lips and tongues met again I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes, seeing the passion, the desire.
Our kisses became more urgent, more demanding.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took a step back from me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at me as she undid the button and short zip at the side of her skirt.
With a wiggle of her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, the skirt was soon in a pool around her feet.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kicked the skirt to one side, and then her sandals.
Slowly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gripped her vest top by the hem with both hands, and drew it slowly up her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and over her head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood in front of me, smiling wickedly.
“Do you like?” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās asked, slowly doing a twirl for me, showing off her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
All Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was wearing was a white lacy quarter cup bra, and matching knickers.
Her glamorous Musalmān skin shone in the light, her whole body fit and toned.
Her warm big Musalmān breasts rose out of her bra, begging to be touched.
Her tummy was flat, her legs long and slender, and her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass firm.
A groan escaped my Hindu male lips, my Uncut Hindu Lund aching to be released from my jeans.
“Now you,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me.
I sophisticatedly pulled my shirt over my head.
As soon as my shirt was off Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came close to me again, and ran her hands over my chest and stomach.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās marked out the lines of the muscles on my body with her fingertips, before running her nails over me, over my belly, and down to my jeans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās teased me and scratched me for a few minutes, all the time looking at me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped back again.
“Now the rest,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, totally in control, before adding, “Slowly.”
Now it was my turn to tease.
I undid the buttons of my jeans one at a time, before slowly pushing them down my thighs.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rigid inside my underwear.
Taking a leaf out of her book, I turned away before kicking my jeans and boxers off.
Before I could turn back, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was behind me, pressing her lush Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body against me, reaching around for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
This time it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās who groaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked her hand along my hard Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slowly ran her delicate Musalmān hand up and down my Hindu length.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed my pre cum away with her thumb, smearing it across the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I leant back against her and sighed with ashvinātam pleasure.
I turned back to face her, pulling her to me to kiss her, to reach down and caress her lush tight gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down the crack between them, rubbing her softly.
I unhooked her bra, and felt the softness of her warm big Musalmān breasts move against me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood back a little and let her bra fall to the floor.
I dropped to my knees, taking in the gorgeous view in front of me.
Her warm big Musalmān breasts were incredible.
Her nipples were dark and erect, sitting proudly at the tip of her firm Big Musalmān breasts.
Her warm big Musalmān breasts were full, tilting upwards.
I reached for her and cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight, their firmness, their beauty.
She pulled my hand to her nipples, guiding one and then the other into my palm.
I kissed on her.
After kissing her warm big Musalmān breasts, She pushed my head lower.
I eased her panties down her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, and kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lightly – just a soft kiss at the top of her slit.
Turning her around, I pulled her underwear down her legs, kissing her cheeks as I did so.
Before standing up I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, teasing her as She pushed it towards me.
Pulling me to my feet, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took my hand and led me to the bed.
We lay down together and kissed and caressed each other.
Her Musalmān skin was silky smooth as I ran my hands over her, as I kissed her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face and her neck before nibbling my way along the line of her collarbone.
I kissed and kissed the hollow of her throat, before moving softly down to the valley between her warm big Musalmān breasts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned and sighed as I kissed every part of her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples, before moving again, over her stomach and down towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I tickled her navel with my Uncut Hindu Lund, flicking at the small gold cross that hung there before kissing my way past her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and down the inside of her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
As I kissed her inner thighs, I slipped off the bed and knelt between her legs.
I reached under her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous big heavy Musalmān buttocks and held her, pulling her closer to my mouth as I moved along her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs to her plump Musalmān mound.
Holding her taut ass, I lifted her towards my mouth, her lips pink and wet, her Musalmān clit erect and crying out for my attention.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund softly over Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Musalmān clit, kissing her nub of flesh, teasing her.
She pushed herself forward, pushing herself onto me.
I kissed and nibbled at her, enjoying her cries of passion as I slid my mouth lower, onto her lips, parting them with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
As I eased back a little so that I could look at her properly, She pulled her legs up and put her feet on my shoulders.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot opened up for me, her lips parting like two petals.
I kissed and kissed her again, running my Uncut Hindu Lund down her slit from top to bottom, starting at her Musalmān clit and ending at her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I carried on back the way I had come, kissing and teasing, feeling her writhe under me.
I kissed her lips into my mouth, forcing my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, probing her as deeply as I could.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pushing her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks up as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head down, forcing my mouth onto her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Her ardent Musalmān juices were smeared across my groins.
She urged me to kiss her, to fuck her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her cries got louder as her orgasm built inside her.
And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as her release ran through her, her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs and hands holding me to her.
I kissed harder.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let go of me, and flopped back on the bed, a flush rising up her chest, her breathing harsh.
I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot softly, savoring the taste of her, loving the pleasure Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was enjoying.
I crawled back up the bed sophisticatedly and held her, kissing her softly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I kissed her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body relaxed again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed me onto my back, and started to kiss me.
She nibbled my ear lobe, and kissed my neck
“Your turn now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved lower.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bit and sucked my nipples, before kissing and kissing her way down my body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her nails over me, before moving to the end of the bed as I had, to kneel down.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gazed at my Uncut Hindu Lund, murmuring appreciative comments about my length, my thickness, my Hindu hardness.
My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched as I took all this in, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached out to me.
As soon as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās touched my Uncut Hindu Lund I moaned with pleasure.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked me a few times, watching closely as my skin moved up and down, as my Uncut Hindu Lund head was exposed and then hidden.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue along my Uncut Hindu Lund and down to my balls, before licking my helmet.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund flat to my stomach, and used her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue again, this time going along my Uncut Hindu Lund, onto my balls, and then lower still.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on my balls, rolling them in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sending pain and pleasure through my body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made her way back up my Uncut Hindu Lund, using her lips, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue, and her teeth, to pleasure me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund upright away from my body, and licked around my helmet again.
And then, without warning, She pressed her lips around the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund, and swallowed half my Hindu length into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I gasped out loud as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me hard, her hand still holding me, wanking me with short female Musalmān strokes.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked harder still, only her hand stopping me from going deeper as I pushed my hips up, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, my hands entwined in her hair, holding her still.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me, stroking me and squeezing my balls, as I fucked her sweet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
My balls tightened as my Hindu cum built up, as I cried out, as I came, spurts of cum pouring into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took the first few jets deep in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and then pushed her head more towards me, wanking me to send my Hindu cum up into her Musalmān mouth more fiercely.
She pumped me until I stopped, and then sucked me to make sure Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had all I could offer.
And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slowly lay on top of me, kissing me.
As we kissed, I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund over her lips.
I touched her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās touched me, our hands, our mouths, never still as we lay close together.
We kissed and caressed each other, our passion building gradually.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slowly stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund hard again.
“I want you,” I told her softly, moving to kneel between her outstretched beautiful nude Musalmān legs.
As my Uncut Hindu Lund rested at the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and reached for me, pulling me into her.
I leant forward, and let the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund stretch her lips apart and enter her.
Slowly, I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks up again, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot massaging and pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, as I leant forward and kissed her taut nipple.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me tight, one arm around me with her hand on my ass, pulling me down onto her, the other hand holding my head to her breast.
I kissed on her hard, fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with short, deep strokes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās caressed me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān flesh pulsing around me.
It went on, went on, went on, we were never aware for how many hours.
It seemed to last to infinity as far as we both were concerned.
Ultimately, I felt her orgasm building within her, just as I felt my balls begin to tighten as they banged against her.
Our movements became faster, harder, deeper, our cries louder.
I kissed her hard, our tongues stabbing at each other’s mouths, as we both came.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my hips as her orgasm washed through her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, pulling my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, holding it there.
My Hindu cum gushed into her, mixing with her ardent Musalmān juices.
With me still top on her, fully embedded, We lay holding each other, catching our breath, as our bodies peaked, as we shared our pleasure.
Chapter 32
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 24
We wandered around the outside of the louvre, past the glass pyramid, but didn’t go inside, preferring the fresh air to the stuffy corridors.
We made our way slowly up towards the champs – Elysees, walking through the gardens towards Place de la Concorde, diverting to the colourful Pompidou Centre to enjoy the antics of the street performers outside.
We ate lunch at a street café, sat across the table from one another, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s leg caught between Mine – until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant back in her chair and ran her bare foot up the inside of my leg until it rested on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund growing, both of us doing little to hide our growing need for each other.
During the afternoon, we paused to look in a shop window full of expensive lingerie.
I glanced at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, then back at the lingerie, knowing immediately what we both wanted.
I led the way inside, and together we chose several outfits for her to try on.
I waited patiently outside the changing room, my imagination running away as I thought about her trying on the sexy underwear, the silk against her naked Musalmān skin.
After what seemed like hours, but which could only have been a few minutes, I heard Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās quietly calling out to me.
Assuming Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to show off the lingerie to me, I looked around to make sure that no one was looking before poking my head around the changing room curtain, my heart thumping with anticipation.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naked, at the far side of the cubicle, her back to the wall, her naked Musalmān body simmering in the dim light.
“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ?” I started to exclaim in surprise, until she interrupted me.
“Shhh ….” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, “Quickly.”
Even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās spoke, and I pulled the curtain closed behind me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was turning around.
Bending over, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made clear what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
I moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bent at the waist, her legs straight, her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pointing at me.
Her narrow waist, hips and ass formed a perfect heart.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiggled her bum at me provocatively, her warm big Musalmān breasts swaying gently.
And I watched, she opened her legs a little more in an open invitation to me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot appeared, framed by her firm thighs, her red, wet lips opening gently in front of me.
With a groan that was far too loud for where we were, I ripped my belt off and confidently undid my jeans, pushing us down onto my thighs as my hard Uncut Hindu Lund swung free.
I stepped forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying, and grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hips, my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily between her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pushing her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back against me to meet the driving thrust that powered my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
Our bodies shuddered and she cried out as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
She pushed back against me again, feeling my hard belly against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached up, her hands on the wall.
I reached around her to catch her swaying Big Musalmān breasts, her nipples like two hot pebbles against the palms of my hands.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered hoarsely, “Fuck my hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I gasped at her words, at the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said them – and then did exactly what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had demanded.
I fucked her hard, our skin slapping together as I drove into her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās met every thrust of my Uncut Hindu Lund with gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, pushing back against me, urging me in deeper, her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body on fire.
My Uncut Hindu Lund felt huge inside her, filling her with every driving thrust, leaving her empty as I pulled back for a split second, then filling her again and again.
We came together, our bodies moving as one until she cried out our release.
Her climax built from a deep ache in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot before swamping her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, driven through her by the pounding of my Uncut Hindu Lund, by the streams of thick cum I pumped into her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up slowly, my Uncut Hindu Lund still inside her, both of us gasping for breath.
I cupped her warm big Musalmān breasts from behind, holding them gently as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head towards me and then kissed lovingly, our tongues moving slowly, sensually against each other until my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
We dressed quickly, I pushing my half erect Uncut Hindu Lund, slick with our juices, back into my jeans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled her own panties back on, immediately feeling the dampness on them from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My thick Hindu cum dribbled out of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stuffed her bra into her bag, grinning at me as She pulled her top down over her head, her warm big Musalmān breasts moving softly against the thin material.
I slid my hand over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bent down to pull up her short skirt, my hand cupping a pert cheek as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled against me.
We left the cubicle together, trying our best not to blush and to ignore the icy stare of the shop assistant as I paid for the lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen, my Uncut Hindu Lund already recovering as I thought about her modeling our purchases for me later.
We spent some time at the arc de Triomphe, standing silently hand in hand, before risking all and making a mad dash through the traffic.
We walked down towards the Eiffel Tower, enjoying the fountains at Le Trocadero while we sat drinking a cold glass of wine and juice at a street side café.
The queue for the Eiffel Tower was quite short, and soon we were enjoying the breathtaking views out across the city.
I stood close behind Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed to her as I pointed out the landmarks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back against me, so slowly that no one would notice, but hard enough to get the reaction Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
Leaving the tower, we made our way back to the seine, and caught a river taxi back to near our hotel.
We sat close together, both thinking of the evening ahead.
I had told Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās that we were going out, and that I had a surprise evening lined up for her, so once we got back to the hotel, we had only a little time to get ready before we had to head off to the restaurant I had booked.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to surprise me as well, so Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sent me downstairs to the bar while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās finished dressing.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came down, I could only gasp when I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās appear.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had brushed her hair until it shone, an auburn mass that tumbled around her tanned shoulders.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wore just a little make up, mainly a red lipstick that accentuated her full, kissable Musalmān lips.
I could only imagine what lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen, but her dress was a simple sheath that touched the soft curves of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in all the right places, the soft green material suiting her perfectly.
I stood to greet her, all too aware of the other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes on her.
We kissed, my hand warm on the heaviness of her back, just above the swell of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
We talked quietly for a few minutes while we shared what was left of My juice, before walking the few hundred yards to the restaurant.
Again, we took our time over dinner, sat together in the cubicle that I had requested near the back of the restaurant.
The waiter was attentive, but discreet, obviously used to lovers who wanted to be alone.
We both ordered the same food, until it came to dessert, when I ordered a huge slice of chocolate gateau, claiming I needed to build my strength up, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās went for ice cream.
We both grinned when dessert arrived, thinking about the chocolate éclair Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had ordered in a similar restaurant in Barcelona, and how provocatively Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had eaten it.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising at the thought – and the rising some more as I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot creeping up my leg to rub at my growing bulge.
“I think I need to do something about that,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured, leaning over the table to kiss me.
“Later,” I told her, “I’ve still got more surprises for you.”
“But Durgesh,” She pouted, putting on a childishly sulky expression, “I want to give you something – surely we’ve got time.”
We both laughed – but before I could move, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had slid off her chair, moved around to the side of the table hidden from the rest of the room, and was tugging at my zip.
I could hear her giggling at her daring, knowing what the expression on my face must be like as I sat, half wanting her to continue, half cautious of getting caught.
But the first half won as her giggles were muffled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took me deep in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me quickly, her hand on my Hindu shaft as her teeth grated along my length, her lips leaving smears of red lipstick behind.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle my groans of pleasure as her hand and mouth moved as one, her hand keeping perfect time with the bobbing of her head.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rigid, throbbing in her hand and mouth, my balls tight in her other hand.
I came almost without warning, my Hindu cum gushing into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth in a thick torrent.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clamped her lips around me, sucking hard, drinking my Hindu cum down, not wanting to waste a drop.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked me gently until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was able to ease my Uncut Hindu Lund back into my trousers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back out from under the table, an angelic smile on her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I dragged my chair closer to hers as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sat down.
I pulled her to me and kissed her lovingly, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking over her lips and into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sharing the taste of me.
I reached for her breast, cupping her gently, my thumb rubbing her taut nipple through her dress and bra.
I ran my hand over her belly, into her lap and then along her leg.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped as I moved my hand back along her ever smooth ardent Musalmān thigh, inside her dress.
She pushed back against me as my Fingertips pressed against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, against the dampness of her panties.
As we carried on kissing, I eased her panties to one side, slipping my Uncut Hindu Lund bravely inside her, fucking her proudly in time to her sucking of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
This time it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās who came quickly, her ardent Musalmān juices spilling from her as her orgasm left her gasping, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot convulsing around my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding me tight.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clasped her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs together, holding me as her climax ran its delicious course.
We separated just before the waitress returned with our coffee, just having time to share the taste of her from my Uncut Hindu Lund before enjoying a lingering kiss.
After coffee, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās went to the bathroom while I paid the bill.
We walked for a while by the river, enjoying the city, before I signaled for a cab and headed towards Montmartre and Pigalle – and the Moulin Rouge.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped at some of the sights we passed in this part of Paris, at the shops, the bars, the shows, the people.
The theatre was packed, and the show was about to start by the time we found our seats.
We sat close together, our thighs pressed against each other, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand resting in my lap for most of the evening.
The show was spectacular, bringing huge roars of approval from the audience.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was enthralled by the dancers, watching their every movement.
Towards the end, after watching one dancer more intently than usual, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned to me and whispered huskily.
“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
I looked at the dancer again.
She was gorgeous – tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever, and Big Musalmān breasts that were large for a dancer, but which moved only softly as she danced across the stage.
But it was the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had spoken that surprised me, the tone of her voice, the huskiness.
Fleeting images flew through my mind as I looked at the dancer, then glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was staring at the stage, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth slightly open, the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue flicking across her lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund reacted suddenly, growing harder – and this time it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās who glanced across at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me moving beneath her hand.
After the show, we looked for a taxi but had no luck.
The streets were still busy as we wandered past a few shops, both remembering the similar streets in Barcelona – and how Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had dragged me into a dark alley.
I grinned down at her, mouthing “No” just in case Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was thinking of trying the same again.
We stopped outside a shop selling sex toys and the like, and this time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās mouthed “Yes” before leading the way inside.
Surprisingly, the shop was bright and airy.
We were served by a young woman whose clothes barely covered her undoubtedly sexy Musalmān body.
I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looking at the girl – and wondered again.
But Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was more intent on the array of toys in front of us, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes wide open with surprise at the range of shapes and sizes.
We chose one each, before quickly heading outside, eager to be alone again.
This time we had no problem in finding a cab, and were soon sat close together in the back as we crossed the city to our hotel.
Once back in our room, we fell into each other’s arms.
Our lips crushed together as our tongues slipped over each other, thrusting as we held each other tight.
I held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands together in one of mine, holding her arms high above her head, her back against the wall.
My other hand roamed over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as we continued to kiss, the room echoing softly to our muffled moans as my hand moved over her warm big Musalmān breasts and belly, over her neck and nipples, only the flimsy material of her dress separating my hands from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot, young female Musalmān flesh.
Letting go of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands, I reached behind her for her zip.
I eased it down slowly, my fingers trailing over her spine until we reached the end of her zip, nestling at the top of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
As I stepped back from her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped her arms and shrugged the thin straps of her dress away from her shoulders.
They slipped down her arms as the dress began to fall away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
It caught on the swell of her full Big Musalmān breasts briefly, but went slipping down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to fall in a simmering pool around her feet.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped away from the dress, and turned around slowly, showing herself to me, her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
I gasped as I drank in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty, her sexiness, both enhanced by the lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wore.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was wearing some of the things we’d bought that afternoon.
Just seeing her in them brought back memories of our time in the changing room – and my Uncut Hindu Lund rose even more.
The set Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen was dark pink and black.
The bra was lacy, almost see through, her nipples dark and erect, poking at the flimsy material like two small pebbles.
The two cups clung to her full Big Musalmān breasts, held together only by a single small clip that nestled deep within her plunging cleavage.
The bottoms were a thong, the front little more than a triangle of lace that barely covered her plump Musalmān mound, the back a thread of silk that disappeared between the cheeks of her firm, rounded Musalmān ass.
I pulled her to me again, our mouths meeting as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tugged at my shirt and trousers.
It seemed like only seconds later that I was naked apart from my boxers, with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased my shorts down slowly, my erect Uncut Hindu Lund springing up, massively erect and dripping with pre cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiped the sticky fluid away with a sensual flick of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved slightly so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was kneeling sideways to my Uncut Hindu Lund as it stood out from my body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked along it slowly, at the same time sliding my boxers down my strong legs.
As soon as I stepped out of them, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gave my Uncut Hindu Lund a loving suck and then stood up.
Holding my Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led me to the bed.
Pushing me down onto the bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt between My outstretched legs, her hair forming a veil around her head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped down and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her fingers could barely reach around my throbbing Hindu shaft as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me, my Uncut Hindu Lund head hot inside her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue swirled around me, my balls heavy in her other hand.
I moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and kissed and stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my Hindu cum boiling up inside me.
But I wanted this to last, and reached down for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
I pulled her on top of me, her silky lingerie smooth on my body as I pulled her to me.
Her hair fell around us as we kissed, deeply, passionately.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue plunged into my mouth, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pressed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to mine, her warm big Musalmān breasts to my chest, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I pushed back against her, feeling her nipples pressing into me, rocking my hips to rub my long Uncut Hindu Lund against her swollen Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
As our moans got louder, our need more urgent, I rolled us over so that now I was straddling Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my knees each side of her legs.
I sat up and gazed down at her, at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty, at her flushed face, at the lust and desire in her glazed eyes.
I reached down and touched her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, moving my fingers lightly over her lips, down onto her throat and neck.
I touched her chest, running my fingers slowly between her warm big Musalmān breasts, then across to her nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled under my touch, moaning as my thumbs rubbed across her nipples, her arms thrown out above her head to grip the end of the bed.
Even though her nipples were already erect, I felt them pucker and harden even more under my touch.
And then my fingers were back between her warm big Musalmān breasts, reaching for the tiny clip that nestled there.
I undid the clip quickly, watching as the shape, the size, the firmness, of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Big Musalmān breasts pulled the sides of her bra apart, revealing the soft slopes of the inside of her warm big Musalmān breasts and the deep valley between them.
With my Hindu male eyes locked on hers, I slid my hands inside each cup, her moans becoming louder as I searched out her nipples.
They pressed into the palms of my hands, and then moved against me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pressing them to me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, pushing her whole body upwards as I swept my hands apart to expose her warm big Musalmān breasts in full.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as I rolled her nipples under my thumbs before dipping my head to kiss first one, and then the other, of her nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head, urging me on as I kissed her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned and caressed her own Big Musalmān breasts as I slid down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, my Hindu male lips moving quickly over her taut belly until my Uncut Hindu Lund was pushing at the valley between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, forcing her wet thong between them.
Moving quickly, I knelt between her legs and reached under her to ease her thong up her long legs as they pointed towards the ceiling.
I watched her naked Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot being exposed, then dropped the thong onto the bed beside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shrugged off her bra, and lay back naked, her hands above her head, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretched out in all its naked Musalmān glory.
Slowly, She pulled her knees back towards her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, exposing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her Musalmān clit , her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the lustful gaze of mine.
I groaned and reached for her, my fingers rubbing gently at her Musalmān clit as her lips moved against them.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned, looking through half closed eyes at my Uncut Hindu Lund, rigid in front of me.
I leant forward and rubbed my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund head across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, feeling her heat, her wetness.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped as I leant forward again, the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding along her lips and across her Musalmān clit.
I rocked my body, sliding against her but not slipping inside her, feeling her pushing up against me, hearing her deep moans of desire.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes flying open as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, then inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the end of the bed and arched her back when I pushed it deep inside her, sending vibrations surging through her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, followed by waves of pleasure.
I toyed with her for long minutes, kissing her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples while I fucked, fucking her deeply before holding my Uncut Hindu Lund just inside her, turning it up then slowing it down, sometimes my Uncut Hindu Lund even pressing against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire, her knuckles were white.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was gripping the end of the bed so tight, her whole body ready to explode.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to cum, but didn’t want the pleasure, the exquisite pain and pleasure, to end.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to be teased and tormented, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, needed, it all.
Eventually, I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her.
I caught one nipple in my other hand, pinching and rolling the hard flesh between my thumb and finger.
I just caught sight of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reaching for her other breast as I clamped my mouth over her Musalmān clit and kissed hard, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing and toying with the hard nub of flesh.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed under me, her flat stomach rippling as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tensed and relaxed, as her orgasm thundered through her at last.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pushed it again reaching deep inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was rubbing her Musalmān clit both of us intent only on prolonging her pleasure.
It seemed an age before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sagged back onto the bed, her whole body aglow with the aftermath of her orgasm.
I lay beside her and pulled her to me, kissing her gently.
But even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was catching her breath, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was pushing me onto my back, looking down at my naked body, ready to take her turn.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was hard, perhaps longer and thicker than she’d ever seen me.
Even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt at my side and reached out to touch me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the tremors going through me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund, lifting it away from my body.
As her hand moved slowly up and down, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and kissed me hard, biting me with her small white teeth.
I reached out for her swaying Big Musalmān breasts, but She pushed my hands away and moved further down my body.
Smiling, my Hindu male eyes on hers, I reached behind me for the end of the bed and let the pleasure Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was giving wash over me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant across me again, flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over my Uncut Hindu Lund as her hand moved faster.
As I groaned louder, and my breathing harsher, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gripped the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund tightly, stopping me from cumming.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did this twice more, bringing me closer and closer each time to spraying my thick Hindu cum into the air.
After the second time, I drew my knees up, exposing my ass beneath my Uncut Hindu Lund and heavy balls to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gaze from where now she knelt between my outstretched legs.
Moving quickly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straddled me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund upright, rubbing it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ardent Musalmān juices dripped from her, running down my Uncut Hindu Lund, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me again – and dropped down onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I groaned as the words sprang from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated them again, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body down onto mine and my Uncut Hindu Lund plunged deep inside her.
My hips rose up off the bed to meet her, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw her head back, crying out as my Uncut Hindu Lund filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stretched and molded herself to every ridge, every vein, every contour of my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant back, her hands on my legs, her hair hanging down her back, her breast thrust upwards.
I reached for her, clawing at her warm big Musalmān breasts as my hips bounced off the bed, as I fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot just like Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
I grabbed her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and held her to me, our bodies moving as one.
We came together, my Hindu cum exploding into her in thick torrents, her climax reaching deep into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body leaving her exhausted and slumped on my chest.
As we as we lay there, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body pressed hard to me, her head resting against me.
Exhausted, we slept.
I woke first, the sun streaming through the window lighting up the room.
Beside me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still asleep.
I smiled as I looked down at her.
The bed clothes were only pulled up to her waist, leaving her naked from there upwards.
One arm was thrown back over her head, pushing her breast upwards.
I glanced across at the clock beside the bed.
Although it was late, I decided to leave Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to sleep a little longer.
I descended out of bed and through to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind me.
I stood under the shower for a few minutes when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās joined me.
We washed each other slowly, enjoying the sensual feel of each other’s hands roaming over our bodies, exploring everywhere as we kissed softly.
After drying each other, I led Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back to the bedroom, both of us wanting to make the most of our remaining time together.
We made love to each other slowly, savoring each other, our hands and lips continuing with the exploration we’d started in the shower.
We both felt our desire growing, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s juices springing from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My Uncut Hindu Lund grew thick and hard.
I knelt at the end of the bed, watching as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew her knees up, showing me everything.
I shuffled forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing heavily in front of me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me to her.
Leaning over her, we kissed, my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed down on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her warm big Musalmān breasts against me.
We explored with our tongues, before parting breathlessly.
I sat back on my heels, gazing down at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Hindu male eyes moving over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face down over her warm big Musalmān breasts, then to her belly, and finally to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and as She pulled her legs up for me again.
I leant over her again and touched her lips with my Uncut Hindu Lundtip.
“Here,” I reminded her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on my Uncut Hindu Lund, “You wanted cum here.”
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down her neck to her warm big Musalmān breasts.
“And here.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shuddered as I rubbed each nipple gently, then ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I cupped her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding inside her.
“Here,” I told her, fucking her gently.
“And here,” I said finally, pressing my wet Uncut Hindu Lund against the puckered rosebud of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Yes …..” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, pushing back against me.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to moisten it before easing the tip of it inside her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her ardent Musalmān juices ran from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, moistening her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper inside her.
The pleasure ran through her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for her warm big Musalmān breasts, pinching and pulling at her own nipples as I fucked her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my Uncut Hindu Lund, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid and ready for her.
Her moans deepened as I moved forward and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She pulled her knees closer to her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, reaching for her Musalmān clit as I pushed harder against her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund began to ease its way into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as my Uncut Hindu Lund entered her, slowly at first, then faster, deeper.
Her cries echoed around us as I began to fuck her gently, then faster, harder, deeper.
Her fingers rubbed and pinched and pulled at her Musalmān clit and nipples, matching the power of my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her legs were over my shoulders, her heels drumming on my back as I fucked her wildly.
And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as my warm Hindu cum flooded into her, as pain and pleasure washed through us both.
We clung together for a long time before My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and we rolled apart.
We lay side by side, catching our breath before holding each other again.
We showered again, before dressing and packing.
We left the hotel reluctantly, and barely made the train on time.
The train journey, the rest of our weekend together, flew by, each of us caught up in our own thoughts.
The weekend may have been over, but we both knew that our time as lovers wasn’t.
Chapter 25
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 23
We made our way back to our seats through the now crowded aisles.
I watched Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , all too aware of her nakedness underneath her short skirt, my Uncut Hindu Lund aching in my jeans.
In front of me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt deliciously wanton, knowing that my eyes would be on her, knowing that we must have been seen leaving the bathroom together.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wet, so very wet, her ardent Musalmān juices warm on her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could still feel My tongue inside her, my mouth on her as her climax had reached every part of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, my Uncut Hindu Lund about to slide inside her.
A shudder of anticipation went through her, a knowing smile crossing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Durgesh never liked Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties.
He was an extremely beautiful matured Musalmān houseladies’ lover.
He never hid his dislike for Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties.
But now?
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās has successfully changed Durgesh’s taste forever.
Durgesh is as crazy to fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās is crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās is Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yet, Durgesh is now crazy to fuck her.
And, Durgesh was still sixty four.
Nothing is impossible in the Multiverse.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped into her seat, sliding across as I watched her, knowing that her skirt would ride up.
I slipped in beside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , her leg hot against my even through my jeans.
Reaching over, I slid my hand along her ever smooth ardent Musalmān thigh, squeezing gently, my fingers only inches from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās squeezed her legs together, capturing my hand as we leant towards each other, our lips meeting softly as our tongues explored slowly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached over and traced a finger along the line of My Uncut Hindu Lund, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān movements barely hidden by the table in front of us.
Moments later, the train pulled into Gare Du Nord in Paris, the brakes bringing us smoothly to a stop in the time it took us to separate.
We let the majority of passengers leave the train before we led the way onto the platform, grabbing our luggage on the way.
We headed out of the station to grab a taxi, anxious to be alone, to get to our hotel as soon as possible.
We seemed to wait ages in the queue, our awareness of each other, of our need, growing rapidly.
In fact, it was only a few minutes before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was climbing into the back of a cab, ignoring the leer the driver gave her as I watched her in my rear view mirror.
I gave the driver the name of our hotel – which was near Notre Dame – before joining her, sliding across the seat to pull her into my arms.
Our lips met again, our bodies pressed together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing again, her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs damp, just as I could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund straining for release in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked gently on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I slipped a hand between us and rubbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s nipples, teasing us into rock hard peaks through her tee shirt.
By the time we reached the hotel, our bodies were screaming out for each other.
I paid the driver quickly, ignoring the way I openly stared at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , at her beauty, her full, firm body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held My arm as we moved quickly through the hotel reception, her erect nipples, her arousal, clearly visible under her top.
We booked in quickly, claiming the double room that we had booked over the internet.
This time there was no mistake as there had been in Barcelona.
I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās squeeze my arm as we both remembered that mistake – and what it had led to.
Our room was on the fifth floor.
We stepped into the lift, hoping to be alone, but another couple stepped into the lift just as the doors started to close.
Even so, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās – who stood just in front of me – couldn’t stop herself from reaching behind her and rubbing the bulge in the front of my jeans.
We stumbled from the lift, dragging our bags behind us in our rush to get to our room.
We found it easily, and stepped inside the moment I had swiped the key card.
We dropped the bags and fell into each other’s arms as
I kicked the door closed behind us.
I backed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās against the wall as our mouths and bodies locked together.
I slid my hands inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s top as our tongues danced across each other.
I cupped her full Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, my thumbs dragging across her erect nipples, both of us moaning.
We separated for just long enough for me to drag the top over her head, I gasping as her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts sprung into view, bouncing softly.
Even as I dipped my head and kissed a swollen nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was pulling at my shirt, buttons flying everywhere in her haste.
She pulled my shirt off me as my head moved from one nipple, one breast, to the other, kissing her, nipping, licking, sucking her firm young female Musalmān body.
I unzipped her skirt as she unzipped my jeans, and then we were dragging each other’s clothes down our thighs, eager to be naked.
We gasped – I as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot came into view at the junction of her firm thighs, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as my Uncut Hindu Lund swung free, hard, erect and wet with pre cum.
We stood still for a moment, raking each other’s body with hungry eyes, breathing heavily.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drank in the sight of my muscular male Hindu body, of my powerful chest and firm belly, of my strong legs.
I could hardly breathe as my ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved over her gorgeous young Musalmān body, over the sight of her mass of red hair framing her lovely ardent Musalmān face.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved over her full, up tilted Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, with the dark, erect nipples perched at the tips.
We moved over her flat stomach, past the gold cross resting in her belly button, down to her long, shapely legs, then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, nestling beneath her short hair, her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit and lips red and swollen with desire.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kicked her skirt away from around her ankles and dropped quickly to her knees.
With my Uncut Hindu Lund only inches from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down and eased my jeans down my legs to leave me naked.
Standing up, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed me again, before leading me to the bed by my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hands barely big enough to reach around my throbbing Hindu shaft.
I watched her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass swinging delightfully in front of me as we walked those few steps, wanting her, needing her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt on the bed, I in front of her, both of us savouring the moment, our eyes roaming over each other again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s voice was husky with desire when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās spoke.
“I want you,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered.
“I want you, your Hindu cum inside me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās added, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes on me.
“I want it here.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, her fingers reaching for her nipples.
“And here.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved one hand away from her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts to mouth, sucking one, then two, fingers slowly into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“And here,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated.
Her hand slid from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and back down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, over her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts and belly to cup her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, a finger slipping between her lips and into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I watched all this, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes on hers, my Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out almost obscenely in front of me.
As I watched, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved easily onto all fours.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pointing her rounded Musalmān ass at me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was framed between her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, wet and inviting.
I gazed at her for a second, and then her hand was reaching between her legs, over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, and up onto the rosebud of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“And here,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, her voice barely a whisper as her finger tip scratched over the sensitive ridges of flesh, sending tremors through both of us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās showed me exactly where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me.
I moaned, unable to watch, to resist, anymore and threw myself at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
I held her hips and drove my thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, in one long, hard thrust.
I was immensely grave as I slammed into her where almost animal like in need, in desire, in lust.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries were enormous as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for the end of the bed, as She pushed back against my driving Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting me deeper, harder, inside her, her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts swaying with every thrust.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot stretched to welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, wrapping itself around every vein, every contour of my thrusting Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came almost straightway, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure My Uncut Hindu Lund was pounding into her.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was on fire, sending shock waves of passion throughout her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Her beasts were swinging wildly beneath her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, swaying with the violence of my Hindu thrusts, her nipples tingling with pleasure.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out, her head thrown back, her back arched, her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pushing back to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I pumped into her, prolonging her orgasm, both our bodies on fire.
I reached for her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, for her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit, rubbing her, caressing her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries intensified her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body aflame.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking deep inside her, and then the warm flood as the first few jets of my thick Hindu cum filled her.
I buried myself deepest inside her, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking, both of us moaning.
After those first few spurts, I pulled out and rapidly stroked my Hindu shaft, sending jets of my hnncum over her back and ass, making her cry out again before I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund back deepest inside her, holding her still, until my Uncut Hindu Lund stopped jerking and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing.
“And here,” I panted, adding to what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had said minutes before as she trailed a finger through the cum splashed over her tanned back.
Laughing with our release, I rolled away from her and lay on my back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did the same, lying next to me, oblivious to the cum on her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
After a few minutes, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled closer, lying on her side next to me, her warm excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts against my body.
I wrapped an arm around her, holding her close as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund, still damp from our juices.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked me gently as we talked, her hand moving easily over my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, gradually feeling me grow.
I stroked gently down her back, my hand moving easily over the slopes, the firmness, of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and back up to the side of her breast.
Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled on top of me, straddling me and pressing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down onto the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts against the strength of my chest.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled against me, enjoying the feel of me against the soft wet folds of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, against her hard, rubbery Musalmān clit.
I slipped into her easily as we kissed, her long hair falling about our heads, drawing us into our own world.
This time we made love gently, slowly, savouring and sharing every moment.
We moved our bodies against each other, inside and out, our hands roaming over each other as our passion built.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew herself up onto her knees and threw her head back.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund up inside her, my hips bouncing rhythmically off the bed to meet her downward thrusts.
I reached for her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts, holding them, caressing them, her nipples hard and on fire as my thumbs stroked across them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped forward, reaching for the end of the bed, her heaving Big Musalmān breasts now over my lips for me to kiss as I pumped into her harder and deeper, as I began to fuck her again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as my hands reached around her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund found her puckered rosebud, as it slid inside her, as another orgasm rocked her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, as my Uncut Hindu Lund and my Hindu cum filled her.
We clung together, our breathing loud in each other’s ears.
Slowly, we rolled onto our sides, still holding each other, My erect Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
We kissed gently before dozing off, still joined, still holding each other like the lovers we were.
As I came to, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stirred beside me, and we rolled easily back into each other’s arms.
I kissed her softly before easing away from her and heading for the bathroom.
I ran a bath and sank into the hot water, waiting for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to join me as I knew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came into the bathroom a few minutes later, climbing in and leaning back against me as I reached around her to cup her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts.
We planned our evening before soaping each other all over.
After climbing out, we shared two big white towels, our hands leaving nowhere untouched.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sent me back to the bathroom while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dressed, wanting to surprise me.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās called me back, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was dressed in a black satin dress.
It was strapless and clung to every soft curve of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body before ending a good few inches above her knees.
I whistled softly, wanting her there and then, but wanting to take her out, to show her off to the world.
We dined at a small restaurant not far from the hotel.
The food was good, but what we enjoyed most was just being together – and the envious looks I was getting from men and women alike as we looked at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
We took our time over the meal, building the anticipation of what was to come.
Afterwards, we strolled along the river a little way, taking in the sites and sounds of the city.
We came across a few market stalls, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched quizzically as I purchased a few items, assuming that they were gifts.
It was getting late by the time we got back to the hotel, but even so she led the way into the bar and ordered a bottle of Champagne to “round off the evening”, as she put it.
The waiter poured her a glass before burying the bottle in a bucket of ice.
After a few sips, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up and held out her hand to me.
Grabbing the glasses and ice bucket, I let Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lead me to the lift, a tremor of anticipation running through me, my Uncut Hindu Lund moving restlessly as I walked beside her.
Back in the room, I put the champagne and glasses to one side, and eased Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās into my arms.
We kissed, softly at first, our lips barely touching, our tongues slipping easily over each other.
Our kisses became harder, more insistent, as we held each other tighter, our need building as our bodies moulded together, as our tongues thrust into each other’s mouths.
My arms were around Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my hands moving easily up and down her back, reaching for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, cupping her firm cheeks and drawing her closer to me, against my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed herself forward, wanting to feel my Hindu hardness against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed herself against me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot already wet and aroused with anticipation.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed against My mouth as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my strong hands on her, easing the zip of her dress down her back, my fingers tracing the line of her spine.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me hesitate as I passed where her bra strap should have been, as I realised what that meant, and then pulled the zip all the way down, my fingers stopping just short of the soft swell of her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous big heavy Musalmān buttocks.
We stepped apart a few inches, both breathless from our kissing.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over her lips, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes locked on Me, her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts rising with her breathing.
I looked at her, at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my hunger and desire, my need, in my Hindu male eyes as they dropped to her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts.
Her dress had dropped a few inches, and was now perched at the end of her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts, as if it was held up only by her erect nipples.
I reached forward and traced a line with my Uncut Hindu fingertip between the swell of her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts.
Putting a hand on her shoulder, I turned her around, tracing a finger slowly down her spine, right down to the top of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I reached around her, slipping an arm around her waist while flicking her hair away from her neck with my other hand.
I kissed her neck softly, my Uncut Hindu Lund caressing her as my Hindu male lips moved over her soft ardent Musalmān skin.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shuddered, a tingle running through her, up her spine, to her nipples, at my touch.
As I kissed her, I reached out to where the bag of things I’d bought at the market stall was sat on the side unit next to the champagne, and pulled out one of the black silk scarves I’d bought.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still leaning back against me, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes closed, enjoying the feel of my hand caressing her stomach, the feel of my Hindu male lips on her neck and now her throat, so Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās didn’t appreciate what was in my hand until I’d gently looped the scarf around her head and blindfolded her.
For a few seconds, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t sure what was happening, but what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did know was that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās trusted me – and then a wonderfully sensual tremor ran through her as I tightened the blindfold and it went dark.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood still, her arms by her side, waiting.
I was stood just behind her.
Stepping forward, I slipped my arms back around and touched her dress just enough to start it sliding away from her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts.
I cupped her, rolling her nipples gently between my fingers and thumbs as her dress settled around her waist.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant back against me, feeling the heat, the strength of me against her naked back.
Still holding her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts, I started to move down onto my knees, my hands gradually sliding lower, pulling her dress with me.
I showered her back with kisses, my Hindu male lips and tongue moving lightly over her as my hands moved onto her hips, as I sent tremors of anticipation through Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot, young Musalmān body.
I slid her dress over her hips, and sat back on my heels to gaze at her beautifully firm Musalmān ass, naked apart from the lace of her thong running between her cheeks.
I leant forward and ran my Uncut Hindu Lund over her, tracing the line of the thong between her cheeks, teasing her, meeting her as She pushed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back towards me.
I turned her around slowly, almost mesmerised by her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty, by her almost naked Musalmān body.
I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund across her nipples, my teeth grating against them as I kissed hungrily on first one and then the other.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me to her, only letting go as my lips moved down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, over her flat stomach, my Uncut Hindu Lund teasing her belly button, flicking at the small gold cross hanging there.
I pressed my Hindu male lips against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, feeling, tasting her wetness through her thong.
I pressed the damp material against her, making her cry out as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved over her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent MUsalmān clit and lips.
Sitting back again, I peeled her thong away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, easing it down slowly, savouring the moment when her plump Musalmān mound crept into view.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās appeared almost naked, her short hair wet from her arousal, her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent MUsalmān clit swollen and erect, her lips engorged.
I kissed her softly as I pulled her panties down her legs and off, now leaving her entirely naked.
I kissed the base of her belly and around her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, I kissed the top of her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, inching closer to, but not quite reaching her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me, needing more, wanting to pull my mouth, my Uncut Hindu Lund, onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but I avoided her and stood up.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood still, her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts heaving, suddenly not sure of where I was.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās heard me moving, undressing.
I was still close to her, looking at her as I undressed quickly, until I stood naked, my Uncut Hindu Lund massively hard in front of me.
Taking her hand, I led her to the bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay down, still blind folded and guided by me as I kissed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body slowly.
I was holding her hands above her head with one hand, while I reached for the bag of scarves with the other.
I quickly looped scarves around each of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s wrists, and before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could really react, tied them to the each side of the end of the bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped, but any sense of uncertainty was betrayed by the wetness, the throbbing, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could only moan as I looped more scarves around her ankles and tied them to the bed, leaving her spread eagled and entirely naked.
For a moment I didn’t move, but could only gaze down at the utmost beautiful Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, naked in front of me.
Her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts were taut across her chest, her nipples rock hard.
Her legs were stretched out, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot nestling at the base of her flat stomach, her arousal evidenced by her wetness, by her engorged lips and Musalmān clit .
Her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was open, her lips moist, her breathing ragged with anticipation.
I leant forward and kissed her nipples, one at a time, gently then harder, drawing her nipples, her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts, in my palms.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned deeply, pushing her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts up to meet me, before groaning as my mouth left her.
Then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund trailing over her stomach, flicking at her belly button.
I nipped her skin just above the line of the soft, downy hair that barely covered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shuddered again as I stopped, every nerve of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body on fire for more.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt the bed move as I leant over, and as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned.
I leant over her, kissing her there and sending tremors through us both.
Kneeling up, I shuffled forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid in front of me, long and hard.
I pushed the tip, swollen with desire, against Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned towards me, moaning and sucking on me greedily as I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wanton Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on me hungrily, groaning as I pushed deeper into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I reached for her warm Exquisite excellent big erect beautiful Musalmān breasts as I fucked her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, pinching and pulling at her nipples.
I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund harder into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, my Hindu male eyes closed as my Hindu lust began to take over, as my balls began to contract.
I stopped just in time, before I filled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth with my Hindu cum.
I dragged my Uncut Hindu Lund away, ignoring her moans as I moved to kneel at the end of the bed, leaning forward so that I was resting between her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tensed in anticipation, then wriggled against me as she felt my tongue and lips on her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
I kissed my way up the inside of one thigh, and then the other, nibbling at the soft female Musalmān skin.
I tried to avoid her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, teasing her, as long as I could.
But before long I couldn’t resist any more, before plunging my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her, feeling her wriggling beneath me, hearing her cry out as I kissed and fucked her with my lips and Uncut Hindu Lund.
I toyed with her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire, waves of pleasure ripping through her, followed by the pain of frustration as I brought her close, then closer still, to cumming.
Her back was arching, trying to push her hips up, trying to push her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hard against me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper inside her, my mouth harder against her.
And then I was gone, leaving Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās writhing on the bed, constrained by the scarves tying her to the four corners, desperate for release.
I sat up quickly, my Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me.
It only took seconds to release Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s feet, and to push her legs up towards her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I looked down, looking at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass totally exposed to me.
Her rosebud was pink and puckered, moist where her ardent Musalmān juices had flowed from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and looking incredibly tight for my massively erect Uncut Hindu Lund.
I paused for a second, wanting her there, wanting everything.
I pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, feeling her push back and moan.
But then I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund upwards, and drove my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, leaning hard against her as her legs rested on my shoulders, as I buried myself deepest inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s orgasm exploded deep inside her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body almost the second I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, the thickness, the hardness, the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her releasing her pent up climax.
Only as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out her pleasure did I start to pump into her, long deep strokes that left her crying out again, that left me on the verge of cumming after what seemed like only a few seconds.
I reached over and dragged her blindfold away.
I leant towards and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās feverishly, our tongues matching the thrusts of our hips as I ploughed into her, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached up to take me deeper inside her, her long legs wrapped around me.
Our cries were muffled against each other as we came, as I poured my Hindu cum inside her, as more and more ripples of pleasure reached out to every part of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s excited female Musalmān body.
I undid the scarves around her wrists and we clung together, our passion, our desire, spent for now.*
I woke first. At least I thought I had until I tried to move – and found that my hands and legs were bound to the bed.
I twisted my head around, looking for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood to one side of the bed, her nakedness silhouetted in the window by the early morning sun.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund stirring as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to kneel on the bed beside me.
As I tried to move towards her, I realised for the first time just how tightly bound I was.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās laughed, a sexy, throaty laugh.
“My turn,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes moving from my face to my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Moving closer, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran a finger nail along the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund as it lay on my belly.
I moaned as my Uncut Hindu Lund jerked to her touch, as her finger nail moved lightly over my balls, and back up over my Uncut Hindu Lund, to my belly and then my chest and nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over me, dragging her erect nipple over my lips, moving away as my Hindu male lips sought her nipple hungrily.
I moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās continued to tease me with her hands, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her warm big Musalmān breasts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved again, swinging a leg over me so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was straddling me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hovering over my mouth, my Uncut Hindu Lund stretched below hers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lowered her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund reached out, licking at her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She pushed back harder, forcing herself onto me.
Then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved, pushing her hips back and forth, dragging my Uncut Hindu Lund, my Hindu male lips, my mouth onto her tight Musalmān buttocks, and then back to her Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rocked backwards and forwards, my lips working on her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, her hands stroking and squeezing me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund upright, and sank her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down onto me, taking me deep into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her hand moving along my Hindu shaft as my hips jerked upwards, our moans echoing around us.
She pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down harder.
I kissed her, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s waves of pleasure shot through her.
I smiled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund hard, overcome by her climax.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly, enjoying the sensations coursing through until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had recovered sufficiently to turn around and straddle my legs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund again, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue flicking over the head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me upright, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes locked on mine.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me softly, then harder, one hand on my Hindu shaft, the other moving between my balls and my hips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, taking my Uncut Hindu Lund between her warm big Musalmān breasts, stroking me.
My hips rocked upwards as I fucked her warm big Musalmān breasts, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked me faster and faster until her hand was a blur.
I called out as I came, my thick stream of cum splattering onto her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples before dripping onto her belly and dribbling down towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, wrapping my Uncut Hindu Lund in the now slippery valley between her warm big Musalmān breasts as I carried on fucking her, more cum spurting from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue catching my Hindu cum as it poured from me.
As the torrent of cum subsided, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked my erect Uncut Hindu Lund gently, taking all my Hindu cum from me, before tracing a finger over her warm big Musalmān breasts to scoop up some of my Hindu cum.
I watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on her fingers before lying forward on my chest to kiss me, the cum on her warm big Musalmān breasts and belly smearing between us as we locked together.
After untying me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās crawled back into my arms to sleep a little longer, waking up just in time for a shower before a late breakfast.
We showered together, taking longer than we might have done if we hadn’t made love again, the warm water from the shower cascading over us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hooked a leg over My hip and took my thick Uncut Hindu Lund inside her wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
We made love slowly, hungrily, our lips barely touching as our tongues slipped over each other.
We came quickly, our cries drowned out by the sound of the water around us.
We held each other afterwards, until My Uncut Hindu Lund eventually slipped from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s body.
We washed then, our soapy hands roaming easily over each other’s body.
We dried quickly, then dressed for our planned day out, before just making it in time for breakfast.
After breakfast, we headed back over the river towards the louvre.
We spent the day wandering around Paris, walking together, hand in hand, happy to be together.
I was proud of the many admiring looks Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was oblivious to them all.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was dressed in a short, flared skirt and figure hugging tee shirt that combined to show off her long, tanned legs and taut body, her warm big Musalmān breasts barely contained by her flimsy lace bra.
Her nipples seemed to be permanently erect as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās walked closely beside me, the outside of our legs brushing together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had never felt happier, being alone with me, her lover.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās too was aware of the looks we were getting – and felt a thrill every time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās saw other women glance at me.
In my jeans and tee shirt I still looked the best, tall and powerful, my muscular body still firm.
Chapter 24
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 21
I glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās .
I looked at her in profile, her beautiful young naughty Musalmān face partially hidden by her mass of shoulder length, auburn coloured hair.
Aware of my look, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned her head slowly towards me.
Her small, white, even teeth glistened as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās flashed me a delicious smile, a smile that made my heart thump and my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.
For a moment, I was distracted by the french countryside flashing by behind her head as the eurostar train we were on rushed towards Paris.
Looking at her again I smiled back, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes dropping briefly from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face to her exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts.
In the few seconds it took for my ever experienced Hindu male eyes to take in the sight of her full Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts pressing against her thin tee shirt, to take in her tanned ever smooth ardent Musalmān thighs flowing out of her denim mini skirt, my Uncut Hindu Lund hardened even more.
She pressed her leg against mine, the heat of her ever smooth ardent Musalmān thigh burning through my jeans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant across and kissed me briefly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue flicking across my Hindu male lips, her firm Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts pressed against my arm.
Ignoring the looks from the other passengers in the carriage, I kissed her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding past hers as our mouths locked together.
As they parted, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās squeezed my thigh, her fingers straying over the hard bulge at the front of my jeans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās started to stand up, her hand still on my thigh.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me again, before climbing over me to head to the bathroom.
I could barely resist sliding my hand over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, or further, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved past me.
I watched as She paused in the aisle to straighten her skirt.
I watched her walking away, her pert Musalmān ass swinging delightfully in the tight skirt that did so little to hide her long tanned legs.
I smiled to myself as I saw the looks that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was attracting from a few other passengers.
But I didn’t mind – I felt so proud to have such a beautiful Live in relationship partner.
And lover.
Even if she was too much younger to me.
We had already found out, however, that we both were made for each other despite our huge age difference.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew now very well, only I could satisfy her tremendous sexual lust.
Then what the hell does it matter even if I was sixty four?
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās loved me, and it was all that mattered.
Wasn’t it?
She hated inexperienced youngsters.
It was safest to have sex with the utmost experienced Durgesh, even if he is a Hindu.
Her Ammī was already Durgesh’s Live in relationship partner.
Wasn’t she?
As the sign for the bathroom lit up, I shut my ever experienced Hindu male eyes and put my head back.
Had it really only been three months since we had spent that weekend in Barcelona – and had become lovers?
It had started out as a stepfather stepdaughter weekend away.
I had promised to take her there after she’d missed out on a family holiday that included a visit to the same city.
There had been a mix up over the hotel booking.
The two rooms I thought my secretary had booked became one twin room, and that turned out to be a double room.
After that, one thing had led so easily, so naturally, to another.
The last three months had been hard – very hard – as we both struggled to keep to the pledge we had made on the flight home from Barcelona – the pledge to be lovers, but not at home, the pledge to get away together as soon as we safely could.
The pledge not to deny our needs, our desires.
It had taken three months, but at last we were on our way.
For the first few days after we had got back, I had been unable to take my ever experienced Hindu male eyes off Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās when we were together at home, and could do nothing but think about her when we were apart.
I longed to be with her, to feel her gorgeous young Musalmān body next to me.
It had gradually got easier, especially with the promise of another weekend away to come.
I knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had felt the same emotions, the same longing.
We had almost succumbed to our temptations many times – especially on a Friday afternoon two weeks before.
It was a hot, sunny afternoon, so I had decided to go home early from work to spend some time in the garden.
As soon as I got home, I ran upstairs to change into my favourite baggy tee shirt and shorts.
It was only when I came back downstairs and had looked out of the kitchen window that I had realised that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was at home.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was sunbathing in the secluded garden, lying out on the grass on a towel.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on her front, her bikini bottoms barely covering the soft swell of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her bikini top was beside her, the slope of her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts clear to me.
I stood watching her, my Uncut Hindu Lund rising up and I drank in the sight of the beautiful, sexy eighteen year old in front of me.
As I watched, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lazily opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
Grabbing her top, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up.
With her arm across her full Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās walked across the garden and into the house.
She jumped when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās saw me, startled by my presence.
We stared at each other for long moments.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at my still amazingly strong Hindu male body, my muscular legs and broad Hindu chest, at the more than obvious Hindu bulge in my shorts.
I stared at her almost naked Musalmān body, so little of it hidden by her bikini, by her arm.
I let out a deep groan – and then we were in each other’s arms, kissing feverishly, my hands on her taut Musalmān ass, pulling her to me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mound against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We almost sobbed with desire as we kissed, as our tongues thrust into each others mouths, our lips locked together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tore at my shorts, dragging my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās saw me, how long and hard I was, at the pre cum dribbling from the tip.
I grabbed her by the waist and quickly lifted her onto the worktop beside us.
I pushed my shorts down onto my thighs as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled her bikini to one side, giving me the briefest of glimpses of her wet lips as I stepped forward.
We moaned again, breathing heavily, as I moved between her soft Musalmān thighs, our need now urgent.
Crash!
We both jumped as the front door slammed shut.
We heard Al Raħmān Al Åbbās, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s brother, calling out, shouting out that he was home.
Desperately, I pulled my shorts back up, my Uncut Hindu Lund wilting rapidly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās started to run back out into the garden, but stopped as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās heard Al Raħmān Al Åbbās running upstairs.
We clung together, our hearts thumping as we realised how close our escape had been.
The next day I had booked this long weekend in Paris, knowing that we couldn’t wait any longer.
Beep!
I was dragged back from my reverie by my mobile phone telling me that a text message had arrived.
I grabbed my phone and read the message.
“I’m waiting” was all it said.
I stared at the phone for long moments, a grin eventually spreading over my face as I glanced up at the sign for the bathroom.
I stood up and hurried along the aisle towards the bathroom, aware of the growing bulge in my jeans.
I waited impatiently for the door to open at the end of the carriage, and then I was outside the door to the bathroom.
Glancing around to make sure there was no one around, I tapped on the door.
The door opened immediately – and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās almost dragged me into the small cubicle before shutting the door awkwardly behind me.
With a grin, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw her arms around me, our lips meeting, our bodies pressing together.
I reached behind her, pulling her to me as my hands ran up her gorgeous back, then down to caress her firm Musalmān ass through her skirt.
Our tongues slipped over each other, dancing together before plunging into each others mouths, our lips locked together as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound against my hard Hindu bulge.
I slipped my hands under Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s skirt.
My Hindu male lips froze on hers as my hands found her naked gorgeous Musalmān ass.
I sighed, kissing Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās even harder as I cupped her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, holding her taut cheeks, pulling her even harder to me.
As our tongues explored, my Uncut Hindu Lund found the tight gap between her cheeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed against my Hindu male lips as my Uncut Hindu Lund found, and gently rubbed, her puckered Musalmān ass.
With a gasp we broke apart, our breathing heavy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at me, and then dropped slowly to her knees in the cramped compartment.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes never left my as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran the flat of her hand over my bulging jeans.
I moaned softly, my hands reaching out to her, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slowly popped open the half a dozen buttons of my fly.
Pulling my jeans apart, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gazed at my bulging boxers, at the damp patch where my pre cum was leaking.
Looking back up at mean, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran over finger tips over my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling my heat even through my boxers, feeling the flood of wetness from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as She pulled my waistband down and released my Uncut Hindu Lund.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprung free, pre cum oozing from the tip.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās saw me again, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue flicking out to lick the pre cum away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted sideways a little and looked at my Uncut Hindu Lund in profile, wondering at how thick and long and hard it was, wondering how Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had managed to take it so deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot – and, just before we had come home from Spain, so memorably in her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was throbbing now as the memories of Spain came flooding back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that this weekend was going to just as good, if not better.
She needed so much, wanted to give so much – starting now.
No, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could not wait any longer.
The three months she faced without having my Uncut Hindu Lund in her ever ravenous Musalmān Choot, were already hell she had to live in.
To add the agony, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched her Ammī fucking me daily invariably.
Allah, how jealous Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was of her own Ammī.
The ever luckiest bitch.
She pushed My Uncut Hindu Lund up against my flat, muscular stomach and licked slowly from the very tip, down to the base, and onto my balls.
Her agile Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue moved slowly, exploring every ridge, every contour, of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked one, and then the other, of my balls into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking them, massaging them with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue delved under my Hindu balls, making me moan out loud, before sliding back up my Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let my Uncut Hindu Lund fall away from my body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched it bobbing and swaying in front of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Reaching out, her fingers could barely reach around my Hindu shaft as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me, and slowly slid my skin back, exposing the red bulbous head.
Looking back up at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sank her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down onto my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue rubbing against the tip and then the shaft as I pushed into her.
I held her head, my fingers entwined in her long, thick hair, my hips jerking, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund forward as her head began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Groaning, I fucked her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth hard, pushing deep into her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund at the base, only her small hand stopping my full length from driving into her throat.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me, wanting my Hindu cum as much as I needed to give it to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cradled my balls, cupping and squeezing them.
Moving past my balls, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached between my legs, scratching lightly across the sensitive skin at the entrance to my ass with her finger tip.
My groans got louder as I fucked her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on me wetly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel my orgasm approaching, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, in her hand.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked harder as I drove deeper.
I threw back my head and cried out as my Hindu cum erupted into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth.
I held her tight, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās frantically sucked on me, swallowing my Hindu cum even as it continued to pour from me.
At last I relaxed, my grip on Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hair loosening the torrent of cum subsided.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased her head back and kissed my soft one last time before I pulled her to her feet.
We kissed.
I held her tight, my hands once again roaming over her firm, young Musalmān body.
I reached for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and then around her, my fingers rubbing lightly through her long hair, finding her rubbery Musalmān clit, her pouting lips, her wetness.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped back against the door as
I dropped to my knees in front of her.
I slid my hands up her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, pushing her short skirt up towards her waist.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned and leant back against the door, pushing her hips forward, pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound towards me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was uncovered by me.
I sighed as her naked, pouting lips were exposed to me.
Her plump Musalmān mound was barely covered by the smudge of short, red hair.
Her lips were engorged, her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit standing out, wanting, needing, my attention.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed My head, pulling me towards her.
My Uncut Hindu Lund lashed across her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit, my Hindu male lips latching onto her, kissing her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit, then her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, my Uncut Hindu Lund delving inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me tight, pressing herself to me, rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot across my groin, needing release.
My hands cupped and squeezed her firm Musalmān ass cheeks as her moans got louder.
I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund over her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit, rubbing it softly, massaging her before slipping back inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Releasing her hold on me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped her own Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts through her thin top, plucking at her hard nipples.
Moments later, one hand strayed down over her belly to slide past me and rub at her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit in little circles, matching the rhythm of my Uncut Hindu Lund plunging inside her.
Her ecstatic cries filled the tiny room as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, her sweet tasting juices gushing around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me again, holding me tight against her pulsating mound, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her, as the thrill of her climax ran through her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, a red flush of excitement rising up her chest.
Slowly, I stood up, my Hindu male lips moving over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as hands pushed her top up to reveal her Exquisite excellent ever big ever erect ever beautiful Musalmān breasts, her rock hard nipples.
Our mouths locked together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached between us.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was already hard again.
Slowly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund head against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, our soft moans muffled by our kisses.
I backed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās against the wall again, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing against her, my Hindu male lips never leaving hers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body slightly, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, deepest inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned against my mouth as my Uncut Hindu Lund entered her, easing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot open as it slipped easily inside.
Our desire, our need, was shattered as the trains announcement system burst into life, announcing that we were just arriving in Paris.
Immediately, we felt the train slowing.
We jumped apart, our hearts thumping, My Uncut Hindu Lund massive between them.
We groaned, desperate for more.
I forced my still hard Uncut Hindu Lund back into my jeans, the bulge obvious even after my clothes were tidied up.
I pulled my shirt out of my waistband, and left it loose to hide at least some of the bulge.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straightened her clothes, pressing her wet panties into My hand with a grin that did little to hide her frustration, her need.
I stuffed them into her purse, feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund reacting again, before following Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās out of the bathroom, not caring who saw us leave together.
Chapter 22
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 19
I rolled to one side, taking her with me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head around so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I could kiss – a totally fulfilled kiss.
Slowly, She pulled away from me, my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping out of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled over and I pulled her tight to me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay in each other’s arms, kissing occasionally, happy to be together.
Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led me into the shower.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I held each other, the water cascading over us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I washed each other, gently, lovingly.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came out of the shower, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped herself in a huge white towel, and then she led me back into the bedroom, a towel around my waist.
She lay opposite me, gently rubbing me dry as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I drifted into a deep, fulfilled sleep.
It was early morning when I stirred.
It was still dark, but very warm.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wasn’t next to me.
I got up, and went to the bathroom, spotting Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās out on the balcony as I passed.
When I was finished, I went out to join her, still naked.
I curled my arms around her from behind, and slipped my hands inside her gown to cup her Musalmān breasts.
She sighed, and wiggled her bum back against me, turning her head for a kiss.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stood together for a while, watching the traffic far below, watching the sky light up as the sun started to rise.
There were no other tall buildings around us, so Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were both comfortable when I undid Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gown, and slipped it down her arms.
She pushed her bum back against my hardening Uncut Hindu Lund again, as I pressed back, pulling her close to me.
I moved a hand down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body from her breast to cup her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot Musalmān wetness.
Her bum pushed back to me again, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, presenting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund slid easily between her thighs and into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly as I stretched and filled her, my Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her, her bum hard against my body.
I slid out of her until only the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and then I was back inside her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.
I caressed her Musalmān breasts, rubbing her erect nipples with my Fingertips.
I held her tighter, squeezing her Musalmān breasts as I pulled her to me when my strokes became faster, harder.
She slipped her hand between her legs, and cupped her mound, feeling my Uncut Hindu Lund, slick with her juices, sliding between her fingers.
Her moans – and my groans – got louder and more intense, matching the intensity of our bodies as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I fucked, our hands, our hips, our bodies moving rhythmically as one.
Our cries echoed out into the morning air as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came, my cum pouring into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s body to mix with her own juices, before running onto her thighs as I continued pumping into her, prolonging our pleasure, our ecstasy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned around and clung to me, our lips meshed together, our tongues slipping over each other.
I held her firm ass, caressing her, holding her to me, wanting more as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund and led me back to bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were fully awake now.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās spread herself out on the bed, stretching to show off her gorgeous, naked Just Eighteen Just Adult young Musalmān body to the utmost experienced man, me.
I knelt beside her, running my hands all over her silky soft skin.
She pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund to her, sucking it into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her tongue ran over my Uncut Hindu Lund head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tasted my Hindu cum and her ardent Musalmān juices on me.
I quickly responded to her attentions, my ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund growing and hardening as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked me.
It was more than evident now that as the most of the teenager Musalmān Beauties, Just Eighteen Just Adults, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās too loved lick and suck my Uncut Hindu Lund very much.
However much they fuck me, in their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot, most of them were still afraid of my Uncut Hindu Lund that it may stretch their Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot beyond resurrection.
Even Al Fātimah Al Vaqār was no exception.
Fucking Al Fātimah Al Vaqār in the car, I smiled at her.
“Your Ammī, Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār, is afraid of my Uncut Hindu Lund that it may stretch your Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot beyond resurrection.”
Al Fātimah Al Vaqār winked at me.
“I damn care. I am a One Man Woman. I had warned her when my Ammī, Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār, proposed the inauguration of my Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot with your now universally famous unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. It was my eighteenth birthday. Wasn’t it? My Ammī, Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār, wanted to give me the best. Why the hell can’t I keep it forever? After all, your now universally famous unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot, is my own Ammī, Lady Al Kħadījah Al Vaqār’s birthday present to me on my eighteenth birthday. I refuse to part with it ever.”
I knelt across Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, and fucked her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth gently.
As I moved down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her firm Musalmān breasts around my Uncut Hindu Lund, forming a deep valley for me.
I moved again, this time between her legs.
Our cum and juices were still wet and shiny on her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs, and around her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as I entered her again, her hot Musalmān wetness enveloping me, sucking me into her.
I pushed myself deepest inside her, and then held still as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās massaged me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my balls resting against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I reached for her Musalmān breasts and nipples again, teasing and caressing them.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head was thrown back, her eyes shut as She put her hands on top of me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I massaged her Musalmān breasts together.
I slipped my hands out from under hers, and touched her lightly all over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
She pushed her hips up to me as I started to slide my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I fucked gently, my long Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deepest inside her, our climaxes building slowly, sensually.
I leant forward and kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, our lips locked together as our tongues slipped and slid over each other.
I held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside as I came, my warm, thick Hindu cum filling her completely.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I slept again, my Uncut Hindu Lund staying inside her.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I eventually woke up, there was just enough time for a quick shower before breakfast.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were both quiet during breakfast, knowing that our time alone together would soon end.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had arranged to book out of the hotel in mid-afternoon, so Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spent the morning wandering around the city, enjoying the atmosphere, the warm spring sunshine, and just being together.
Later on, I suggested Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found somewhere for lunch.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stopped walking and turned to face me.
“I think we should go back to the hotel now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me quietly, squeezing my hand, before draping her arms around my neck and kissing me, softly, sensually, openly.
Back at the hotel, I led Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straight to our room.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stood by the bed, very close together, very aware of each other’s immensely sexy body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped into my arms, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body pressing against me, her warmth radiating through the thin material of her dress.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, gently at first, and then more urgently.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her warm, wet tongue along my lips, slipping past us to toy with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She sucked on my Uncut Hindu Lund as I slipped it between her lips.
I ran my arms down her back, reaching for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, cupping her big heavy, firm Musalmān buttocks, gasping when I found them naked, pulling her to me.
She pressed herself to me, feeling my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Our kisses became more urgent, more erotic.
Pulling away from me slightly, she started to undo my shirt – slowly, a button at a time, all the while her eyes looking into mine.
She pushed the shirt off my shoulders, dropping it to the ground.
Her hands ran over my chest, teasing my nipples, scratching me lightly with her nails.
Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes she slid her hand down my chest, over my stomach and into the top of my trousers.
I gasped as she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, before pulling her hand away.
Still looking at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped to her knees to pop my button, and ease my zip down.
Sliding her hands into my waistband, She pulled my trousers and underwear over my hips, and down my thighs.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprung up, standing out proud.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed the tip, but otherwise avoided contact with me, teasing me.
I kicked my shoes off, so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could remove my clothes.
I stood naked as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back up to kiss me, all the time being careful to leave my Uncut Hindu Lund alone.
I turned her around, and unzipped her dress – slowly, kissing her shoulders as I ran the zip all the way down to the top of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
I slipped the silky material off her shoulders, and watched the dress fall down her slender body into a pool on the floor.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naked apart from her stiletto sandals, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body glimmering in the subdued lighting.
I took her back into my arms, kissing the side of her neck, her ears, and reaching around to cup her Musalmān breasts in my hands, gently rubbing her sensitive nipples.
A moan escaped from her wet lips as She pushed back against me, my Uncut Hindu Lund nestling into the crack of her bum.
I turned Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās around, and eased her back onto the bed.
She stretched out, delighting in showing off her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.
I lay down beside her, our bodies barely touching as I kissed her, our tongues once again playing together.
I kissed her eyes, her nose, her chin.
Moving down slowly I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund along her jaw bone, kissing as I went, sucking on her ear lobe.
I kissed down her neck, sucking gently at her throat, moving down slowly towards her Musalmān breasts, running my Uncut Hindu Lund across her silky smooth ardent Musalmān flesh.
I looked down at her Musalmān breasts, taking in her firm mounds, her hard, puckered nipples.
I ran my hand over one breast, pausing briefly at her nipple, before continuing over her belly, towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly as my hand went lower.
As my hand ran softly over her pubic hair, her legs opened slowly.
I kissed her, feeling rather than hearing her gasp as my hand reached her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbed at her clit, before running down her wet slit and into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I moved down to her breast, drawing her erect nipple to my lips, kissing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as my actions sped up, as her orgasm built inside her, as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body peaked.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down and grabbed my hand, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper inside her, holding me there.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contract around me, her ardent Musalmān juices wet and warm.
As She pushed her hips upwards, I drew her breast further, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
Her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth hung open as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out, her ardent Musalmān juices poured from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as pleasure and release ran through her.
I kissed her nipple softly, teasing her just a little, helping her down from her thigh.
She pulled my Uncut Hindu Lundsfrom her, and sucked on it, tasting her ardent Musalmān juices.
I held her tight, kissing her, loving her.
“Thank you, the ever efficient Hindu Kħasam of us ever horniest Musalmān Beauties.” was all she said.
I kissed her again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay on her back, facing each other, I still buried into her deepest, lying on her.
Later, I kissed my way down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body again, pausing, teasing as I reached her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew her knees, opening her legs, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, to me.
“Please.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot looked gorgeous.
I could see her from top to bottom, her wet Musalmān slit pouting to expose her small Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were engorged from her excitement, much darker than the rest of her.
I bent down and flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund over her ardent Musalmān clit, teasing it as it poked out from its tight little hood.
I kissed it, before running my Uncut Hindu Lund lower, over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and then lower still.
She pulled her knees higher, as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down her ardent Musalmān crack.
I moved back to her ever throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Clit, and then to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, licking her, sucking on her lips in turn, and then together.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, fucking her with it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her own Musalmān breasts, pinching her nipples.
I could feel her orgasm coming.
I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, knowing what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās liked, before fucking her again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down with one hand, holding me to her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot grinding against my Hindu male groins.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out,
“Oh fuck, fuck me, Durgesh.” as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juices gushing around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Fuck me,Durgesh.” she shouted, desperate to prolong her pleasure.
I quickly climbed back on the bed, and drove my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
I pressed deepest into her, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund there while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot around me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again immediately, pulling me tight to her, her nails digging into my flesh, her Musalmān breasts crushed against me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbed and pulsed around me, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body arching upwards.
She sank back onto the bed, gasping, her Musalmān breasts flushed red, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body damp with excitement.
I kissed her, her arms around my neck, my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding slowly in and out of her soft, sexy Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got her breath back, as her thumping heart returned to normal.
Then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rolled over, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rising up to sit on me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her, to take control.
I reached for her Musalmān breasts, caressing us, teasing her dark nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached behind her for my balls, squeezing them, rolling them softly in her hand.
She started to move, sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān movements getting faster, more intense.
I thrust up to meet her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān movements, matching her speed, her rhythm.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward, her hands now above my head, presenting her Musalmān breasts to me.
I squeezed first one nipple, and then other, hard passionate squeezes.
I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her, meeting her hips driving down onto my length.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both cried out as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came, a final, satisfying explosion coursing through our bodies.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās collapsed on top of me, kissing me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās collapsed onto me, my Uncut Hindu Lund still deepest inside her, clinging to each other.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I left the hotel quietly, reluctantly.
Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat on the plane home picking at the food Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had been given.
It was I who said what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were both thinking.
“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās … we can … even at home …”, my voice drifted off, not sure what else there was to say.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was silent for a few minutes, knowing that I was right.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my hand and squeezed it gently.
“I know, we can’t stay without each other now ever. I’d manage it even at home, don’t worry. I need your utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot more than you need my Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Choot around your utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. You have my still extremely beautiful Ammī too at home to satisfy you sexually. I’m a One Man Woman. I have only you.” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me.
It was a few minutes before she spoke again, before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me, a deliciously naughty twinkle in her eye.
“I bet Paris is lovely in the summer,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me.
Chapter 20
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 17
I lay back, my hands behind my head, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās freshening up and marvelling at what had just happened.
I closed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, imagining her close to me, her body pressed to me, knowing that it would happen soon.
I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back into the room.
I sat up a little and smiled at her, feasting on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī brilliant Musalmān nakedness again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed onto the bed beside me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled around so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were lying down the bed, with I partially propped up on the pillows, my arm around Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cuddled up to me, her hand resting lightly on my vast strong Hindu male chest.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay quietly for a few minutes.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ran her fingers through the hair on my chest, feeling the hardness of the muscles under her touch.
I stroked her back, feeling the smoothness, the softness, of her skin, my fingers moving ever lower towards the firmness of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked past her arm, down My body, towards my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Even now, my Uncut Hindu Lund was still rock hard, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted more of it.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked her lips, and looked up at me, holding my gaze as she spoke.
“I ….” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began.
But before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could continue, I was leaning towards her, kissing her, her words dying in her mouth as my tongue slipped between her lips and began exploring, gently at first, but then more urgently, more demanding.
I rolled Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās easily onto her back, my lips locked on hers, my hands reaching for her as I straddled her, my knees each side of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās responded to me, her body moving of its own accord, rubbing against me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund resting on her stomach, as I leant over her, my strong tongue thrusting into her hungry Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other, lust and need in our eyes.
None of us was even a bit ashamed of us, despite the fact that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was only Just Eighteen Just Adult while I was sixty four already.
Both of us were crazy for each other now.
I kissed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās more gently, our lips only just touching.
I kissed the tip of her nose, and then her mouth again, before I moved down her body, kissing slowly down her neck onto her collar bone, before kissing the hollow of her throat.
I stretched her arms out above her head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the head board behind her, her back arching as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thrust her Musalmān breasts up towards me.
My lips moved slowly over her Musalmān breasts, my Uncut Hindu Lund reacting to the feel, the taste, of her firm young Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān body.
I kissed down into the valley between her Musalmān breasts, marvelling at their size, their shape, their firmness.
She squirmed with pleasure beneath me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās thought Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire.
Her whole body was throbbing from the attention her Musalmān breasts and nipples were getting, from the feel of My heavy Uncut Hindu Lund dragging across her body each time I moved.
Her nipples seemed to be directly connected to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, because every time I kissed her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and leaking more hot juices onto her thighs.
The room echoed to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s cries, to my muffled moans, as I kissed on her succulent Musalmān breasts, before moving downwards to shower the soft slopes of the underside of her Musalmān breasts, and then her flat tummy, with kisses.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted my attention, wanted me to take my time, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to where I must surely be heading, wanted, and needed, me to hurry.
As soon as my mouth reached the base of her stomach, I knelt up and gazed back down at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās .
I drank in the sight of her gloriously naked Musalmān body stretched out before me, her firm Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples, her flat tummy, all wanting my attention.
I looked down at the soft curls of short, red hair nestling at the junction of her thighs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly in anticipation as I started to move, her eyes half closed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me, her legs pushing against mine as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tried to ease them apart, to expose herself to me.
But then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned in disappointment, in frustration, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my strong hands on her thighs rolling her over, and then in excitement as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund against the back of her legs as I moved, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot breath on her back as I leant over her.
I kissed quickly down Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s spine, sending shivers of pleasure through her as my tongue moved softly over her flawless skin, towards her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed and wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, pushing it up to meet My eager Uncut Hindu Lund as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly down between her cheeks, my tongue leaving a little wet trail before I moved across to kiss each cheek.
I caressed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, watching as her tight puckered hole winked at me from between her cheeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, raising it up to me, wanting more.
I held her cheeks slightly apart and ran my Uncut Hindu Lund between them, tasting her juices where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had flooded from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I flicked my Uncut Hindu Lund over her tight hole, making her cry out over and over again.
I poked the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, making her cry out even louder.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt almost faint with the sensations flooding her body.
She pushed her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass up to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund, sliding her own hand under her body so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could rub at her own clit as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt another orgasm building, and then rushing through her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out, I rolled her quickly onto her back.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās automatically drew her knees up, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot open to me.
I stared down at her for a brief moment, taking in the patch of damp red hair at the top of her pubic mound, her swollen clit, her fingers still rubbing at it, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, already engorged with her need, her juices flooding from her.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, feeling her juices from her, my waist clamped over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her body bucking under me as She pressed herself back against my Hindu thrusts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the heat rising through her, the flush rising up her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her for the first time, felt my mouth on her, sucking and fucking her.
The waves of pleasure rushing through her were so intense that they were almost unbearable.
As her orgasm subsided, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt exhausted, but elated, her body on fire.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt My lips on her, kissing her gently, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
She sighed, a deep contented sigh, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my lips kissing softly along the inside of her thighs, from her knee to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, little shivers coursing through her as my lips moved so softly over her sensitive skin.
I loved the taste of her, what I was doing to her, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was doing to me.
As I knelt between Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s legs, kissing along the inside of her thighs towards her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Lund was hanging down from my body, longer and harder than I’d been for a long time.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping between them and back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund downwards, tickling the sensitive flesh between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and ass, before probing again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her hips up to show herself off to me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would cum again soon.
The feelings building inside her body as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and then back up again were unbelievable.
Without thinking, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for her Musalmān breasts, cupping and squeezing them, before pulling and rubbing at her swollen nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped, a shudder going through her body, as My Uncut Hindu Lund swirled around her clit, rocking it from side to side before
The room was full of her cries again as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my head and held me tight to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground herself against me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw back her head and cried out her agonising pleasure.
I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot softly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to relax.
I kissed my way back up her body before kissing her mouth, her tongue moving slowly along my lips, tasting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay side by side as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got her breath back, as I waited, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pushed me onto my back and leant over me.
Slowly, tentatively at first, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās began to copy what I had done to her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās kissed my chest, sucking and biting my nipples before moving swiftly over my flat stomach to where my Uncut Hindu Lund waited.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was constantly aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, of its strength and heat, of how thick and hard it was.
When at last Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was kneeling over me, my Uncut Hindu Lund only inches from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was suddenly unsure of what to do.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me.
“Tell me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
I guided Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as she sucked and licked a Uncut Hindu Lund for the first time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked slowly along my length as my Uncut Hindu Lund lay heavily on my belly, my balls taut beneath.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked up and down my length, feeling every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and lips.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cradled my balls, imagining how full they were already.
After that, it all came to her naturally.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looked up at me, her eyes on me, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted my Uncut Hindu Lund away from my belly, her hand so small around my Hindu shaft.
She stroked her hand up and down my length as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt between my legs, peeling my foreskin back, pulling it back tight as I moaned, looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund closely. She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching as more drops of pre cum appeared, watching as it dribbled down my red, shiny Uncut Hindu Lund head and onto my shaft and her hand.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed the pre cum over my Uncut Hindu Lund head with her thumb, smearing it over her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and carefully took the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, taking her first proper taste of me.
I groaned as she sucked on my tip, barely able to control my hips as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I pushed up, pushing more of me into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Hindu shaft and sunk her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth lower, taking my head and some of my shaft into her virgin Musalmān mouth.
She sucked hard, guided by me again, her tongue rubbing at my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lifted her head away from me, showing me my wet shaft, smeared with the remnants of her red lipstick.
And then she sucked me back into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking and wanking me, her other hand cupping my balls, her fingers probing beneath us.
I couldn’t believe the tremors running through me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund had never felt so hard, so alive, as it did now.
My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls throbbed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked and wanked me.
I was desperate to cum, but just as desperate to wait, wanting more, much more.
I reached out, holding Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Behind her, I could see her perfect heart shaped Musalmān ass in the mirror, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot winking back at me from between her firm thighs.
She saw where I was looking and wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, sucking on me harder as I groaned louder.
The room was full of the wet slurping sound of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund, of my shaft fucking her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned softly, her body alive to the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, of her hands on me.
I groaned more deeply, more loudly, as my climax approached.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could sense I was about to cum, could feel the tightening of my balls.
“I’m cummmmming………………..” I groaned as my balls erupted.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was stunned by the sheer force of my Hindu cum as it gushed into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and splattered the back of her throat.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was awed by the feel of my Hindu cum surging up my shaft, throbbing and pulsing.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gagged as the first jet filled her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and pulled away.
But I instinctively held her, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth, my head thrown back in pleasure.
She swallowed frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dragged her head away, watching as my Hindu cum continued to pump out of me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanked my thick shaft.
I watched through half open eyes as my Hindu cum dribbled from the corner of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt over me and wanked my Uncut Hindu Lund, her firm Musalmān breasts swaying over me, coated in my cum.
My cum seemed to go on for ever, surging out of me until my balls where empty.
I laid back, my body limp.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slumped down on top of me, my arms around her, hugging her to me, both of us oblivious to my thick Hindu cum being smeared between our bodies.
Seconds later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were asleep.
I woke up once in the night, momentarily confused by where I was.
But the memories flooded back as I rubbed my ever experienced Hindu male eyes and felt naked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās next to me.
She stirred, stretching her arms above her head before wriggling up to me and sleeping again.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened as I watched her, as I looked at her in the semi darkness, as I felt her warm, sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body against me.
I eased out of the bed and went through to the bathroom, my Uncut Hindu Lund waving in front of me.
I smiled as I saw the dried cum down my chest and belly, and had a quick wash.
Afterwards, I drew Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back into my arms, her hand resting lightly on my Uncut Hindu Lund even in her sleep.
The next morning, when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās woke up, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay still, not moving, remembering, suddenly scared at what had happened, at the strength of her need, her feelings, for me, a Hindu.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay on her side, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel me behind her, my Uncut Hindu Lund warm against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knew it was wrong, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me, needed me.
And Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was sure that I felt the same way about her.
So it couldn’t be that wrong, could it?
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against me, and was instantly rewarded by the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund hardening against her.
She smiled to herself.
Yes, I definitely wanted her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled again, this time more deliberately, more sensually.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās laughed at herself.
Twelve hours ago Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had been a virgin, used only to her own fingers and the odd grope – but now look at her!
Beside her, I was waking up, aware of how hard my Uncut Hindu Lund was already, aware of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s wiggling Musalmān ass and the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was nestling between her cheeks.
I reached around her and cupped her breast, marvelling again at how big, how firm they were, at how hard her nipples were.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sighed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās realised I was awake.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head around, and I leant forward to kiss her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed slowly, gently, at first, but then more deeply, more passionately, as our tongues slithered over each other, our mouths locked together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rolled onto her back, My hands roaming over her body as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both gasped, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was reminded of the size, the thickness, the hardness, of my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I as I saw and felt just how beautiful and sexy Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.
I rolled easily on top of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , my weight supported by my knees and elbows as I straddled her, my Uncut Hindu Lund hanging down towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her legs around me, pulling me down towards her.
I entered her slowly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot already running with her sticky juices.
I held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot pulsing around me, squeezing me.
I eased out of her, feeling her lips closing up as my Uncut Hindu Lund left her, and then opening again like the petals of a flower as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās welcomed me back.
I fucked her slowly, my Uncut Hindu Lund stretching her, reaching deep inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around my neck, our mouths locked together, our tongues exploring.
Her hard nipples scrapped against my chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I moved together.
As our passion grew, our movements became more urgent, more demanding.
I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund harder and deeper into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās , her heels drumming on my back as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tightened her legs around me.
Our cries were muffled by each other’s mouths as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, our lips only parting when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as an orgasm rippled through her.
I dipped my head lower and sucked a taut nipple into my mouth as I continued to pump my Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās through her climax.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head to her, her legs still wrapped around me, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
As her orgasm faded, I rolled us over so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was straddling me, my long Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside her.
I fucked her slowly, her Musalmān breasts swaying in front of me.
Beyond us, I could see her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the mirror again, my Uncut Hindu Lunding pumping into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached for her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, caressing and squeezing her cheeks, my hands wandering down the crack between us, teasing her tight little hole.
I fucked her harder, our damp bodies tight against each other, our mouths locked together again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, changing the angle of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, screaming as my Uncut Hindu Lund reached deeper inside her than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again just as I yelled out, just as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my hot Hindu cum surging into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in a thick jet.
She pushed her hips down hard, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, wanting all of my Hindu cum inside now.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire again, her body full of my Uncut Hindu Lund, her juices pouring from her onto My Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot full of my Hindu cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clung to me, her body and mind overcome by the power of the pleasure rushing through her, by feelings and sensations she’d never felt before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rolled onto our side, My Uncut Hindu Lund still inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got our breath back, neither of us speaking.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shut her eyes, relaxing in the wonderful, satisfying sensations still filling her body.
I gazed down at her in awe, loving her, wanting her.
After a while, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dozed off again, so I eased away from her and went to the bathroom.
I ran a deep, hot bath, and had only just climbed in and laid back to relax when the bathroom door swung open.
Without saying a word, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās climbed in, settling down between my legs before lying back against me, her head resting on my strong chest.
I reached around her, cupping her Musalmān breasts gently.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke quietly, about the previous night, about that morning, about each other, our new relationship.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spoke honestly, openly, knowing it was wrong for others, but so very right for us.
After that, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I planned our day, excited by being together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I washed each other carefully, washing away our cum and juices, washing each other slowly and sensually.
Afterwards, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dried each other and got dressed.
I pulled on my usual jeans and shirt, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped into a short denim skirt and a tight vest top that clung deliciously to her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate breakfast quickly, wanting to be out of the hotel and on our own.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I spent the morning and early afternoon sight seeing, and enjoying each other’s company.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked hand in hand, oblivious to the few odd looks Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got, laughing at the same things.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I ate a leisurely lunch by the harbour before heading towards the nou Camp stadium.
Although Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās generally hated football, even Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās got carried away with the excitement of the game, with the atmosphere in the stadium.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I weren’t leaping up with the rest of the crowd, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat close together, My Uncut Hindu Lund always reacting to the heat of her Musalmān thigh against mine.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I left the football, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were more aware of each other than at any time since Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I had left the hotel that morning.
Sitting in the taxi, I wanted nothing more than to drag Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās into my arms, but somehow I resisted.
I paid off the taxi driver quickly, before taking Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s arm and leading the way into the hotel.
“Let’s go for a walk first,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said, stopping just outside the hotel, a teasing smile on her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me as much as I wanted her, but something told her to wait, to do this.
Reluctantly, I let her lead me away from the hotel.
Minutes later Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found ourselves walking down Las Ramblas again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I bought drinks and ice creams, and wandered down the street, taking our time, stopping to watch the mime artists and human statues that seemed to be everywhere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked through the market, enjoying the atmosphere.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stopped to look in shops and stalls, buying a few odds and ends.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked across to the marina, and sat and watched the world go by for a while, happy to be together.
Before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I knew it, a couple of hours had passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I decided to eat, before the restaurants started to get busy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I found a fish restaurant overlooking the marina, and picked a table in a quiet corner.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I enjoyed being together as much as the wonderful food, enjoying the attention that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s looks inevitably got us from the young waiters.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I sat, waiting for our dessert, I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot running slowly up my leg.
I froze as it got higher, almost jumping as her toes ran along the inside of my thigh before pressing against the growing bulge in my jeans.
I stifled a groan, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes locked onto Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed me harder.
I dragged my ever experienced Hindu male eyes away from hers, and stared at her rock hard nipples threatening to burst out of her top.
I would have dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās out of the restaurant there and then if the waiter hadn’t brought our desserts.
As it was, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot was still in my lap as the waiter served us.
I ate my Crème Brule quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās waited until I had just a small amount left before picking up the chocolate éclair Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had ordered.
I almost choked on the last spoonful of my dessert as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her éclair between her finger and thumb and, very slowly, very sensually, licked it from bottom to top, her tongue flicking over her lips when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had finished.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did it again, her eyes on mine.
I groaned as I watched her.
“You don’t want coffee, do you?” I asked, my voice little more than a croak.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked the éclair again, and then sucked the end of it between her lips.
I watched as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fed an inch or so of the éclair into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, and then pulled it out, before sucking it back in deeper.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated this, sucking and licking the cake until it was gone, before sucking the chocolate carefully off the tips of her fingers.
“No, I don’t think so,” she said at last, her voice husky and her eyes bright.
I called for the bill and paid quickly, both of us eager to get away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked back up Las Ramblas, quickly at first, but then more slowly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I got drawn to the changing sights around us as it got dark.
“Let’s go this way,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās suggested.
It was only a few minutes later that I realised that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were walking in the direction the guidebook had warned us not to go in.
“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, let’s head back,” I suggested, as the first few sex shops came into sight.
“Don’t be silly,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, squeezing my hand, her eyes wide and bright at the sights around her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I walked past brightly lit sex shops and boutiques, strip clubs and bars.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took in everything she saw, the toys and clothes in the shop windows, the Musalmān girls in the posters.
I tried to guide us back towards Las Ramblas, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to see more.
She slowed down as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I passed what seemed to be a club, but which was clearly much more judging by the two Musalmān girls sat on high stools outside being openly suggestive to anyone who passed.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was even more hesitant as she saw the Musalmān girls on the side of the street, some of them barely dressed, showing their naked Musalmān breasts where their blouses hung loosely open.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe how excited Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting wetter and wetter back in the restaurant, but now Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the wetness on her thighs.
I was excited as well, excited by what I saw, by Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās being with me, by the effect all of this was having on her.
A Musalmān girl approached us, making it clear what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās would be willing to do to me, to both of us.
Another Musalmān girl approached, openly offering me a blowjob while “she” – Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās – watched.
The girl licked her lips, pouting.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow in my jeans as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled me along.
Before I knew it, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had dragged me into a dark side street, almost an alleyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped to her knees in front of me, deftly undoing my zip.
“No,” I protested, trying to drag her to her feet.
“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās demanded, pulling my Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open.
I groaned, unable to resist, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I was enormous, my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly reaching the back of her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as I fucked her, holding her head, my fingers entwined in her hair.
I couldn’t help myself as I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me in the dark alleyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand wrapped around the base of my thick Hindu shaft.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue rasped over my bulbous Uncut Hindu Lund head as I pumped into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was on fire, from the taste of my Uncut Hindu Lund, from the teasing, from what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d seen, what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I’d done, from her need for me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cupped my balls, squeezing her thighs together, sending hot arrows of pleasure through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Wanting more, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let go of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pushed her hand up her skirt and into her soaking panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her Musalmān clit frantically as my Uncut Hindu Lund went ever deeper into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pushed two and then three fingers into her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, fucking herself as she sucked on my delicious Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting all of it in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, in her throat.
I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fucked her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her fingers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both cried out, oblivious to where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were, to everything but our own need.
With a roar, I came, my Hindu cum bursting into Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s mouth.
I held her head tight, my ever experienced Hindu male eyes closed, as my Hindu cum poured into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was swallowing frantically, drinking down my Hindu cum, her fingers hard in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body clamped itself around her hand.
My hips rocked forward as she sucked my Hindu cum from me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both felt spent, exhausted.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased her fingers slowly from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She slumped forward, her head resting against me, my Uncut Hindu Lund hot against her Musalmān cheek.
Slowly, I opened my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, remembering where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.
I pulled her to her feet, and kissed her softly, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue and in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth only inches from my, “Take me back and fuck me.”
My Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened slightly between us as I listened to the words tumbling out of her once innocent mouth, words she said with such intensity, such need.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly tidied ourselves up, and walked back onto the street.
Ignoring the glares from the Musalmān girls on the corner, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I quickly made our way back to the hotel.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I rushed across the hotel lobby, thankful that there was a lift waiting.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I dashed into it, pressing the buttons quickly before anyone else could join us.
As soon as the lift doors shut, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were in each other’s arms, our mouths locked together, our tongues thrusting.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, making her even wetter.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās hissed, as our lips parted, “Fuck my hot Musalmān cunt with your big Uncut Hindu Lund.”
I groaned as she spoke.
“Fuck me, ” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated, seeing what effect her words were having on me, “Fuck my Musalmān cunt, fuck it now.”
I grabbed her, holding her tight, my Uncut Hindu Lund inflamed by her words.
I pushed my hand up the front of her skirt, feeling her heat, her wetness, through her flimsy knickers.
I started to undo my jeans, not thinking of where Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were.
“Wait,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās warned, suddenly scared of what she’d started.
She pulled away from me, but I grabbed her top.
The thin strap gave way in my hand as her top ripped.
The material fell away.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both stared at her naked breast, at her hard nipple, at the taut flesh.
I moaned, reaching for her even as the lift stopped on the floor below ours.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed her top to cover herself as the doors slid open.
A couple stepped into the lift, looking at us, at our odd behaviour, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tried to control our breathing, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her clothes together, both of us aware only of our desperate need for each other.
The few seconds it took for the lift to reach our floor seemed like hours.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled out, not caring about the eyes on us from the lift as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I practically ran down the corridor to our room.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās watched impatiently as I fumbled with the key.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I fell into the room as soon as the door opened.
I kicked it shut behind us as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I kissed and touched and tore at each other’s clothes as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I stumbled past the bathroom.
I dragged Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s top off her, as She pulled at my shirt, buttons flying in all directions.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both fumbled with my jeans, getting in each other’s way in our haste.
By the time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I reached the bedroom, I was naked, my Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out almost obscenely from my body, rock hard and dripping with pre cum, my balls full and heavy.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās fell backwards onto the bed, her Musalmān breasts bouncing delightfully.
I looked down at her, at her Musalmān breasts, rising and falling quickly as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās breathed.
I looked at her flat Musalmān belly, the tiny moon and star glistening at her navel, at her pretty face, framed by her red hair, at her slender, tanned legs, at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, wet with desire.
I reached forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, and roughly dragged her skirt up around her waist.
I gasped as her panties came into view, the flimsy red material marked with a huge wet patch where her juices had been flooding from her.
Her thighs were damp, the material of her knickers pressed tight into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I reached down, and pulled her knickers upwards, watching as the material dug harder into her pouting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, listening to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s loud moans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held her own Musalmān breasts, pinching her nipples as I pulled her knickers again, her red, swollen lips squeezing out each side of the material.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as the material rubbed against her over sensitive clit.
I ran my finger down the front of her panties, tracing a line down her slit, feeling her heat, her wetness, making her cry out again.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās muttered, almost chanting as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated herself over and over again.
I groaned as I slipped my fingers into her knickers and yanked them away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I tore away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, as I threw them to the floor and dragged her to the edge of the bed where I stood.
I pushed her legs back and leant forward to drive my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund as deep into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as I could, not stopping until I was buried deepest inside her, my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hair pressed hard to hers.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot seemed to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulling me deeper into her as it throbbed around me.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out, and then plunged it back into her, fucking her hard as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, almost lifting her off the bed as I fucked her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot frantically.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came almost straightaway, loving my Uncut Hindu Lund, thick and hard inside her, loving the strength, the power of me as I fucked her.
As Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, I watched her head rocking from side to side, watched her holding her Musalmān breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples.
I listened to her harsh breathing, to her cries of pleasure.
I breathed in the faint smell of her perfume, and the heavier smell of her need, her passion.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing around me, her juices hot on my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
It seemed to go on forever, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body hotter, more alive, than ever before.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder and harder, not caring if it hurt.
So Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me to, told me to fuck her, told me to fuck her hot Musalmān cunt.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās barely recognised her own voice as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out to me, as she shouted to me, telling me what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, what she needed.
I fucked her hard, my hands underneath her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass now, holding her to me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot offered up to my driving Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her Musalmān breasts bounced deliciously on her chest as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās lay in front of me, her arms thrown back over her head, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretched out before me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came again and again, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body on fire as I fucked her, as I threw back my head, as I came, as my balls tightened and my Hindu cum erupted inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with pleasure as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me tense, felt my release, felt my hot Hindu cum inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for me, clinging to me as I clung to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, throbbing together as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I came, as intense pleasure tore through us as if Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I were one.
Slowly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I relaxed and My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I wriggled up the bed together.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās slipped her skirt off, and Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I lay naked in each other’s arms.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I talked a little, but mostly Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I just enjoyed each other’s company, biding our time, knowing there was more to come.
Later, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I made love again.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was lying on her front, while I was on my side, running my hand slowly up and down her back, following the contours of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
My hands ran up and over the soft curves of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my stroking gradually ceasing as She parted her legs so that I could slip my fingers between her cheeks and down to her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew hard against her, lying hot against her thigh, as my fingers played lightly over her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I moved over to kneel behind her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew herself up onto her knees.
I looked down at her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for a moment as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiggled it deliciously at me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wet and open to me between her soft thighs.
I shuffled closer to her, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid in front of me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back and pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot towards me as my Uncut Hindu Lund nudged against her.
I held her hips, my thumbs rubbing across the firm flesh of her cheeks as I slipped my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās let out a deep, satisfied sigh as I entered her, as my thick Uncut Hindu Lund filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I fucked her slowly, gently, listening to the sound of her soft moans as my Uncut Hindu Lund moved inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rested her head on the pillow, her moans muffled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily in and out of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I felt so big, so hard inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās loved the feel of me, the power of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted me to fuck her harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt a little raw from the hard fuck I’d given her earlier.
Even the thought of that sent waves of pleasure through her, let alone what my Uncut Hindu Lund was doing to her now.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached underneath her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and rubbed her tender clit softly, swirling her finger tip around the rubbery nub of flesh in little circles.
I could feel the pressure of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbing herself as my Uncut Hindu Lund glided in and out of her hot, wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I felt her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body changing under me as her climax built inside her.
I traced my finger tip lightly over her tight little hole as it winked at me.
I rubbed harder, before quickly licking my finger to give it a little lubrication and pressing it even harder against her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze, and then moaned, and then pushed back against my finger as it slipped into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās couldn’t believe the sensations Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was feeling as my finger moved in her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās rubbed her clit harder, as I fucked her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in time to my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came quickly, pain and pleasure pouring through her as I fucked her harder and deeper.
I heard her cry out through the mist of pleasure coursing through me, as a sharp pain shot through her.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, resting it against her firm cheeks.
“Don’t stop,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried in alarm, not caring how sore her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot might feel.
I hesitated, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as I moved slightly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās froze again, suddenly very aware of my Uncut Hindu Lund, of where it was, of what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
“Yes,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, “Do it … do it there … fuck me there.”
For a few seconds, I didn’t know, didn’t realise, what it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
But then I did – and my Uncut Hindu Lund seemed to grow as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved to point her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I leant forward against her, wanting only this.
I pushed down, my Uncut Hindu Lund head pushing at her tight hole.
At first, nothing happened, but then with a “pop” I was inside her, the wetness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot juice guiding the way.
I stopped so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I could both get used to the sensation – her to my Uncut Hindu Lund invading her, me to the velvety tightness of her.
I eased into her deeper, taking my time.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped.
“Don’t stop, you old Hindu scoundrel.”
I pushed harder, pressing against her until my Uncut Hindu Lund was buried inside her, my balls resting against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I held still, waiting for her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled her bum, pushing back.
“That feels soooooo good,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered, “Now fuck me.”
I pulled out, and then pushed back in, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
My balls banged against her, slapping against her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, adding a new dimension to our pleasure.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached down and rubbed her own clit again.
It seemed that in no time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās and I both went over the edge, crying out as powerful orgasms racked our bodies.
I pumped my thick Hindu cum into her, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Her juices rushed from her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came.
Reaching down further, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed my balls and rubbed them against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, making them as wet as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was.
I collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
Chapter 18
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
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Chapter 15
Durgesh Waħīdah Ǻbbās
Durgesh Ǻāliyah Kāmrān
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was really looking forward to this weekend away with me.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I sat side by side on the plane heading for Spain, Waħīdah Ǻbbās closed her eyes and thought back to how it had all come about.
Allah, how difficult it was to seduce Durgesh, Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought.
And the bastards, Musalmīn, claim Durgesh is a Hindu communal sex maniac.
Durgesh fucks every Musalmān Beauty he meets ever.
Bosh and nonsense.
If the ever communal bastard Musalmīn were true in their ever false ever communal claim, why the hell so many Musalmān Beauties were still dreaming and suffering to have Durgesh as their lover/ live in relationship partner?
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was Just Eighteen Just Adult, and liked to think that she was independent.
She was just coming to the end of her first year at University.
For the last couple of years, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had chosen not to go away on the annual family holiday with her younger sister and her parents.
The previous summer, the rest of the family had gone to Spain, and had spent the day in Barcelona, a city Waħīdah Ǻbbās had always wanted to visit.
When we got back, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite jealous of us for having been there, and on the spur of the moment, Durgesh had promised to take her there for a long weekend.
For various reasons, the long weekend had never happened – until now.
About a month ago, the topic of the trip had come up again.
Durgesh was due a few days off, and so – without telling Waħīdah Ǻbbās – he had stumbled about on the internet, and booked them some flights and two rooms at a decent looking hotel.
It had all seemed to work out okay, and she was actually quite proud of me for having booked the holiday that way.
I could barely contain myself when I surprised Waħīdah Ǻbbās with the tickets a few days later.
The excitement had built over the next few weeks as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had both looked forward to the trip.
The two of us had always got on well, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās actually got on better with me than she did with her Ammī, particularly in the last couple of years since she had got over those difficult, early teenage years.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had caught the early flight to Barcelona on the Friday morning, and had until our flight back, late on Sunday afternoon, to enjoy ourselves.
I smiled at Waħīdah Ǻbbās as I caught her looking across at me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I laughed, for no other reason than Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were happy to be getting away for a few days, able to spend some time together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās shut her eyes and relaxed, thinking about me.
Despite the ever communal ever unjustified in their Hindu hating dastardly claims of the Pseudo Musalmīn, Waħīdah Ǻbbās found me never communal, never Musalmān hating.
I was okay, she thought to herself.
Generous, a good laugh, kind.
And extremely good looking too, Waħīdah Ǻbbās concluded.
Actually, she thought, I was outstandingly handsome, in every kind of way.
Moreover, she knew that almost everyone of her friends fancied me like mad even at my sixty-four.
Was I really sixty-four?
No one believed it ever.
Except perhaps her Nānājān, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh himself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās laughed to herself at the thought, preferring men her own age, but understanding the attraction of someone older.
Nowadays, it was a surprising trend for Waħīdah Ǻbbās that Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties were mostly interested in senior Hindu males, instead of those of their own age.
In Ved Nagar, it was almost a miracle now if a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty dreams of a Musalmān or a Hindu male of her own age.
“Teenagers are immensely inexperienced.” one of her closest friends, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, said scornfully, “They are as afraid of taking our cherry as we ourselves are. The bastards, always seeking safe girls who have already lost their cherry either to their fathers or brothers.”*
Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl looked at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān immensely horrified.
“To their fathers or brothers, Ǻāliyah Kāmrān?”
There was a strong disbelief in Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl’s voice.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
“Chicken!”
“I hate you.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl shouted at Ǻāliyah Kāmrān protesting strongly.
“Nevertheless, you are a chicken still now even at your Just Eighteen Just Adult. Stupid girl.”
“Shut up. Keep your filthy mouth shut. You dirty bitch.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl thundered at her.
Some of their friends were watching them quarrel, with interest, but most of them were laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl.
Yes, some of them were neither laughing at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl nor watching them interested in their futile quarrel, but even they were smiling at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl with quite an immense smirk on their lips.
“Chicken,” Ǻāliyah Kāmrān laughed at Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl mockingly, “the world is not as moral as you childishly think. Most of the fathers fuck their own daughters and most of the brothers fuck their own sisters until they are not married to their foolish husbands.”
Farħānah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Not only that,” she confirmed Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, “there are so many Ammīs even who are cougars to the extent that they have their sexual relationship with their own son.”
“You are dirty girls.” Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl said scornfully, “I hate all of you.”*
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān teased Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl not to humiliate her, to teach her instead the cold and hard things of life.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān wasn’t as lucky as Al Rashīdah Al Jamīl was.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān had had to face grim realities of life, consequently, even while she was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
The kitten’s eyes, waving back and forth, followed the ball of crumpled paper.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān was waving it high above the arm of the chair.
The kitten was named Green Eyes because of the color of her eyes.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān liked to watch her eyes.
Their pupils were always changing, narrowing to ominous slits and widening to opaque pools of onyx.
Those black and green eyes had an hypnotic effect on Ǻāliyah Kāmrān, as Durgesh himself had on almost entire womankind.
Almost?
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān disagreed.
There isn’t any exception, as far as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān knew.
Ǻāliyah Kāmrān’s own elder sisters hated Durgesh once.
They deliberately, stubbornly, married eligible Ǻrab Royal Sheikħs.
Their age difference even didn’t matter at all.
What happened?
Ultimately, her Māmūjān, Muħammad Yūsuf, was proven to be exactly correct.
Eventually, everyone of her elder sister seduced Durgesh herself.
And now, they are having their actual live in relationship with Durgesh while still married to their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands tried to object on it.
Durgesh immediately transferred his numerous stocks of shares in the oil companies in the name of their wives.
Their royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands suddenly found their wives actually controlled now their oil wells even.
Their objections died out eventually after a long futile struggle.
The royal Ǻrab Sheikħ husbands surrendered to their richer wives for their own financial survival.
It was their bad luck that Saůūdī Årab was not Saůūdī Årab anymore.
She was Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Modern Democratic Årabia.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was its ever first President.
Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.*
However, it was not exactly as Ǻāliyah Kāmrān thought it was.
Her eldest sister, Kħālidah Kāmrān managed it somewhat differently.
Her Ammī, Kāzimah Yåqūb and I left work early at five o’clock because she wanted extra time to get ready for the Halloween party our friends were throwing tonight.
Kāzimah Yåqūb and I worked together at my office.
I was an utmost successful Sex therapist in the suburbs and Kāzimah Yåqūb was my Colleague lady Sex therapist.
I met Kāzimah Yåqūb just after her second year of medical school to become a Lady Sex therapist.
Kāzimah Yåqūb was 18 at the time.
Shortly after we met, Kāzimah Yåqūb got pregnant from me.
Kāzimah Yåqūb wanted to manage her live in relationship with me, but Kāmrān Hāshimī proposed her surprisingly.
“Why not oblige me, Kāzimah Yåqūb?”
“What do you mean?” Kāzimah Yåqūb could not understand.
“I’m a bisexual, Kāzimah.”
“I know.”
“What? How the hell you know it?” Kāmrān Hāshimī was dumbfounded.
“Nāzimah Raħmān told me.”
“Allah! Is she telling everyone that I am a bisexual?”
“Not bisexual, worse. She is telling everyone that you are impotent, not capable to satisfy any woman. You exploded as soon as you entered Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān had to go to Durgesh to extinguish the fire you incompetently set between her legs.”
“Durgesh? She went to Durgesh? But she loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Kāmrān Hāshimī was horrified.
“Nāzimah Raħmān doesn’t love Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar loves Nāzimah Raħmān. Nāzimah Raħmān hates Shankar Mahāpralayankar. He is a Criminal.”
“But… but Shankar Mahāpralayankar said…”
“Nāzimah Raħmān isn’t responsible for what Shankar Mahāpralayankar claims. Only Durgesh could save Nāzimah Raħmān from Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Nāzimah Raħmān hadn’t another option. Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucks even the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs in their asses.”
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more powerful than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs even. The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs can’t protect themselves from his criminal powers.”
“As they sowed so they’re reaping.” Kāzimah Yåqūb said curtly, “The royal Ǻrab Sheikħs created Shankar Mahāpralayankar against Musalmān terrorists to protect their kingdom. They succeeded in protecting their royal kingdom from Musalmān terrorists, but not from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. They thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slapped them, rather kicked them actually with her far stronger feet than the royal Ǻrab Sheikħs thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had. As they sowed so they reaped. What’s wrong in it?”*
I looked at Waħīdah Ǻbbās, as she sat, totally relaxed, her eyes closed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was quite beautiful, just like her Ammī at that age.
She had had her red hair cut for our break, but it still hung around her shoulders, framing her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She really was quite lovely, with her big brown eyes, full lips and pert nose.
Like many girls of her age, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a tight sleeveless top, with the narrowest of straps, which clung to her body, curving softly around her full Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s tanned midriff was bare, the gold cross in her pierced belly button glinting softly.
Her skirt was – according to her Ammī – too short.
Looking across at her, I suddenly felt aware of myself at how my ever experienced Hindu male eyes were drawn to her long, slender, tanned female Musalmān legs.
The flight wasn’t that long.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had been fed a typical airline breakfast, had a couple of cups of coffee, and bought Waħīdah Ǻbbās some duty free perfume, it was time to start descending towards Barcelona.
As soon as the captain announced our approach to the airport, Waħīdah Ǻbbās grabbed My arm, her excitement evident on her terribly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, her Musalmān breasts squashed against me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās bent over to try and see more out of the window next to me.
Once the plane landed, and came to a halt at the terminal, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were amongst the first to leave the plane.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I dashed through the airport, hoping that our luggage would arrive quickly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in luck – it seemed that only minutes after Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached baggage reclaim, our cases were on the conveyor belt in front of us.
Minutes later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were in a taxi heading for the city centre.
The taxi driver picked up on our excitement straightaway, and was soon chatting away in his broken English, pointing out the various sights as he drove.
He offered us a sight seeing “detour”, and as it wasn’t much more than the fare itself, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took him up on his offer.
He drove us up to the highest part of the city, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped at the panoramic views in all directions, of the docks and the cruise ships lined up in one direction, and of the city in the other.
He showed us the historical sights, where the famous football stadium was, where the Olympic village had been, and so much more.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the hotel, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I couldn’t wait to see more.
I paid off the driver, and then led the way through to the hotel reception, proud to have beautiful young Waħīdah Ǻbbās on my arm, proud yet cautious of the admiring looks Waħīdah Ǻbbās was getting.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to my arm as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I waited in the short queue at reception, both of us chatting away happily.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I reached the reception desk, I gave the receptionist our name, and then waited while she found our paperwork.
As she looked through it, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both became aware of the looks the receptionist was giving us.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled.
“She thinks I’m either your wife or at least your Musalmān girlfriend,” she told me, hardly able to hold back her giggles.
The receptionist gave me the booking in form to sign with a frosty smile, and asked to see our passports.
I handed over the passports, and then looked at the form the receptionist had asked me to sign.
“I’m sorry,” I told her a few minutes later, “there’s been a mistake. I booked two single rooms, not one twin room.”
As the receptionist took the form back, I rummaged through my bag and pulled out the e-mail confirmation I’d received.
I also had the screen print form when I booked the hotel over the Internet.
“Look – there,” I pointed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked as well.
“Durgesh darling,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried mischievously, seductively, naughtily. “It is wrong – look at the boxes your secretary ticked erroneously. You’ve booked one, Double Bed room, instead of two, Single Bed rooms.
She pointed at the e-mail.
I stared at the paper in front of me.
It suddenly dawned on me what my secretary had done.
“You can’t be trusted with secretaries, can you?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, only half joking as she saw our weekend being spoilt in front of us.
I told her not to worry, that I would sort it out.
But, as the receptionist explained, the hotel was fully booked.
If Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted two rooms, then Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would have to look elsewhere.
I looked helplessly at Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
“We’ll take it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās announced firmly. “After all,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me softly, trying to make me feel better, “There is a Double Bed – and a bathroom to get changed in.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I finished booking in, gave the still disbelieving receptionist My credit card details, and then followed the porter to the lifts, and the eighth floor.
He opened the door to our room for us, and placed our cases just inside.
As I tipped him, he gave a knowing wink.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās squeezed my arm, telling me to ignore the porter.
He thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās my young wife or young Musalmān girlfriend and we were here to enjoy sex with each other.
It was normal for him to welcome aged Hindu multimillionaires with their sexy young Musalmān secretaries/ girlfriends.
I followed Waħīdah Ǻbbās into the room.
Like so many hotel rooms, there was a short corridor, with the bathroom off to one side.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās popped her around the door to look inside.
It was actually quite big, with a partially sunken bath as well as a separate shower cubicle.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās came out, she saw that I had stopped.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās walked up behind me, and took in the rest of the room.
It was quite large, with sliding doors out to a balcony which overlooked the city, and a LARGE DOUBLE BED.
She stopped, her eyes frozen on the bed.
I recovered first.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, “It’s probably just two beds pushed together – I’ll get the hotel to move us.”
“Look,” I added, as I flipped up the bed clothes to show her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both stared.
There was only one set of legs.
It was only one bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stared at each other.
I eventually broke the silence.
“I’ll get us another room.”
“How?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked. “You heard what that receptionist said.” She stared at me for a moment longer. “We’ll just have to put pillows between us like when we were kids.”
Despite myself, I laughed at the memory of when Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had all gone to Disneyland six or seven years before.
The hotel room had two big beds, so Waħīdah Ǻbbās had shared with me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had used pillows to split the bed into two, but by the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had finished, the pillows had begun to look like a barricade.
“Are you sure?” I asked, totally fed up with myself for getting it all so wrong.
“Yes,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told, squeezing my arm reassuringly.
“Now come on, I’m starved. Let’s get unpacked, and then get some lunch,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās added, more brightly than Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt, but wanting to cheer me up.
An hour later, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I were sat in the warm spring sunshine, outside a cosy café towards the top end of Las Ramblas, a wonderfully entertaining street in the centre of Barcelona, eating omelettes, Waħīdah Ǻbbās even enjoying a bottle of red wine.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate and Waħīdah Ǻbbās drank.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I felt more relaxed, the problems of the last few hours disappeared, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I started to plan our weekend.
I was torn between sight seeing and going to the Nou Camp stadium to soak up the atmosphere and watch football, while Waħīdah Ǻbbās wanting nothing more than to visit all the shops Waħīdah Ǻbbās could find, looking at the sights as Waħīdah Ǻbbās went.
In the end, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I decided Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I would try and do everything.
“Okay, let’s go for it,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, before adding mischievously, “So long as we go shopping first!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I spent the afternoon shopping.
I actually quite enjoyed it, glad to see Waħīdah Ǻbbās so happy as Waħīdah Ǻbbās took me from shop to shop, trying on dozens of items for every one Waħīdah Ǻbbās bought.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I even went shopping for me, as I gave in at last to Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pleas for me to “get with it!”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I still hadn’t finished when the shops began to close.
“There’s always tomorrow,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me, skipping out of the way as I playfully swung a shopping bag at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I strolled the half a mile or so back to the hotel, our arms linked, enjoying each other’s company as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I always did.
Back at the hotel, I had a quick shower and then left the bathroom free for Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
When I heard her in the shower, I leisurely dressed, putting on the new clothes that Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left out for me.
When Waħīdah Ǻbbās re-appeared, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was dressed and ready to go out.
“What do you think?” Waħīdah Ǻbbās asked, spinning around to show off her new outfit.
While my wolf whistle was meant to be playful, I couldn’t help thinking how good Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had put on a tiny amount of make up, just enough to highlight her extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān features.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing a short, flared skirt and high heels, both of which helped to show off her legs to perfection.
The skirt fitted just tightly enough around her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to show just how sexy it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wore a vest top with very thin straps, with a shirt over the top of it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had left the shirt unbuttoned, and I couldn’t help but notice how the vest clung to the shape of Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s pert Musalmān breasts.
“You look beautiful, sweet heart,” I told her, “You make me so proud.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās hugged me, telling me I “looked even more killingly handsome than I myself realized”.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I stood close together, I suddenly realised just how good it felt to have Waħīdah Ǻbbās in my arms like this, just how sexy Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt against me.
I let go of her as if I’d been burnt, Mumbling something about us “needing to go out” as Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me quizzically.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I ate in the hotel restaurant.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I took our time, and even I felt relaxed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I looked forward to the next few days.
After dinner, Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went for a walk around the place de Catalunya, strolling slowly amongst
the fountains and statues, enjoying the atmosphere.
By the time Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I got back to the hotel, it was quite late.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I went into our room, there was – just for a moment – an uncertain silence between us, as if Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t quite know what to do.
But then I went into the bathroom for a quick wash.
When I came out, Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sat on the edge of the bed.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās glanced across at me as I came back into the room bare chested.
She stood up, her pyjamas in her hand, and went to take her turn in the bathroom, smiling at me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās brushed past me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure about sharing a room, let alone a bed, with Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, and quickly decided to get changed.
I grabbed the pyjama’s I’d bought earlier and quickly unwrapped them.
I didn’t normally wear pyjama’s, preferring to sleep in the nude or in an old tee shirt if it was cold.
But while there were out shopping I had bought some just for the weekend.
I stood up, quickly pulled my trousers and underwear off.
As I stood naked, reaching out for my pyjamas, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.
“Amazing,” I thought, smiling to myself.
At sixty four, I did still look okay.
I always kept my tan, and had managed to avoid putting on too much weight over the years.
While my muscular legs and chest have not softened even slightly with the passing of time, I knew that I could still draw the odd admiring look when I was on the beach.
As I stood naked, my pyjama’s still in my hand, the bathroom door burst open.
I sat down abruptly on the edge of the bed, holding my pyjama’s still in my hand, not even covering my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my face startled.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stopped dead, looking at me, feeling very embarrassed both for her and me.
I looked at her, my mouth suddenly very grave.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was wearing her favourite Winnie the pooh pyjamas.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had had them for years, so they were now a bit too small, but she still loved to wear them.
The short sleeved top, which had once been baggy on her, now fitted snugly over her Musalmān breasts, her nipples clearly visible.
I stared at her, at the picture of the bear on the front, at the way the picture moved with her, with her body, with her Musalmān breasts, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed.
Her pyjama bottoms were shorts, and while they had once reached her knees, they were now half way up her tanned thighs.
Behind her, in the other wall mirror, I could see just how tight they were over her firm Musalmān ass, how they clung to her soft Musalmān curves.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās stared at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
We both were in trance.
For how much time, none of us knew.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās just kept staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund dumbfounded.
I kept watching Waħīdah Ǻbbās.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās recovered first.
“Come on Durgesh darling, get a move on,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās told me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed to the other side of the room, doing her best not to look in my direction as she started to put her clothes away in the wardrobe.
“Waħīdah Ǻbbās, I’m trying to get changed,” I told her, saying the first thing that came into my head.
I felt angry with myself for getting us into this mess, and with Waħīdah Ǻbbās for being so sexy, so beautiful.
And with myself for the way my Uncut Hindu Lund was reacting openly.
“Oh come on, Durgesh darling, I won’t look.”
“Well you better not,” I told her, trying not to look in her direction, my voice unexpectedly gruff.
“And if I do? I’ve already more than enough. I’ve already digested too much what the unique you have for us womankind.” Waħīdah Ǻbbās teased me.
“I’ll have to spank you,” I retorted, automatically using our standard joke.
I glanced in the mirror and saw that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking away now.
I carefully shook my pyjamas to unfold them, before standing up to step into them.
I glanced up again.
This time I saw Waħīdah Ǻbbās in the mirror, looking in my direction.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could obviously see my buttocks, but that wasn’t where Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was looking in the mirror as well, at my reflection, at my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund swaying in front of me, at my heavy Hindu balls hanging beneath.
I dragged my pyjamas up my legs and sat down.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been looking at me so openly.
Or had I imagined it?
“Sorry.”
Her voice was small, so quiet I could hardly hear her, even though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was now stood next to me.
I felt angry again, at her, at myself.
I reached out and grabbed Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s arm, dragging her to me and throwing her over my knee.
“I told you what would happen,” I almost shouted, as my hand crashed down onto her perfect big ass, barely hidden by the thin material stretched tightly over her hot Musalmān body.
She screamed and wriggling, kicking her legs as my hand crashed down again.
I felt the heat of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my hand as I smacked her for a third time.
I stopped, breathing heavily, my hand resting on her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, her heat radiating through to me.
I was suddenly aware of her Musalmān breasts and belly against my leg, of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her pyjama top had ridden up and I looked down at her back, at her smooth skin, at her beautiful sun tan, at the small tattoo at the base of her spine, at the way her narrow waist flared out to meet the soft curves of her hips and ass.
A groan escaped from deep within me as I ran my hand softly over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and up onto her back, feeling the shape of her sexy Musalmān body.
I slipped my hand into the back of her shorts, pulling them down as I ran the tip of my middle finger down between her cheeks, knowing it was wrong but totally unable to stop myself.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās gasped, trying to take in what was happening, trying to understand why the pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, wriggling harder as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my finger scratching lightly over her puckered Musalmān bum, as waves of pleasure washed through her.
“Durgesh, stop,” she moaned, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her belly, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded, as She pressed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot herself down against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I sensed the change in her, but couldn’t work out what it was.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was still wriggling, but her movements were now more deliberate, more controlled.
My already hard Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more as I realised that Waħīdah Ǻbbās was actually rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against it, against the hardness of my knee.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās thought Waħīdah Ǻbbās was going to faint.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her whole body, ached with the pleasure surging through her.
Her nipples felt like they were ready to burst they felt so hard.
And beneath her, Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel the hardness, the heat, of mine.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās couldn’t stop herself.
It was as if a floodgate had suddenly opened.
She pressed her whole body down against me, wanting me.
With a groan, I felt Waħīdah Ǻbbās press down against me.
I pushed my hand further into her pyjamas, reaching down between her legs to find her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund on her, suddenly scared, very scared, by the depths of her feelings, of her need, of her desire for me, of her need for release.
She scrambled away from me, falling onto the floor before quickly standing up.
Her chest was heaving, her nipples rock hard against the thin material of her top.
There was a dark patch on her shorts where Waħīdah Ǻbbās had been rubbing against me.
I looked Waħīdah Ǻbbās up and down, drinking in her sexiness, my heart thumping.
I saw her eyes looking down at me.
Glancing down, I realised for the first time that my Uncut Hindu Lund had escaped through the open fly of my pyjamas, and was now stood erect, all eight inches of it, thick and hard, the head red and engorged, and already wet with pre cum.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jerk.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās’s eyes widened as Waħīdah Ǻbbās watched my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, instead when Waħīdah Ǻbbās herself grabbed me, plunging herself to me, her mind blanked by lust.
Her shorts were half ripped away from her body as she grabbed them and plunged herself towards me.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of her red hair, but then Waħīdah Ǻbbās was straddling me, neither of us sure of what was happening, neither of us wanting to stop, but both of us knowing that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I had to.
“Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās almost sobbed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt over my lap, her knees on the bed each side of my nude Hindu male thighs.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās didn’t feel in control of her body any more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my hands on her hips, the unbearable heat of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās groaned.
“Durgesh, I’ve never ……..”
And then Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands pulling her down onto me.
Her knees collapsed under her, and Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt the searing heat of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund driving upwards into her ardent Musalmān body.
“….. done this before …” Waħīdah Ǻbbās finished, my Uncut Hindu Lund already deep inside her like a rod of steel.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās screamed with pain, with desire, as My Uncut Hindu Lund tore into her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās automatically straightened her legs, lifting herself away from me.
She sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked at me, at the awful confused, pained expression on my face, at the horror at what had happened, what she’d done, in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes.
“Oh Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās breathed, lowering her body back onto mine.
This time it was I who was frozen, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered her sexy young body back down onto me.
She moved slowly, almost gingerly, reaching down to hold my Uncut Hindu Lund, her hand barely big enough to reach around my thick Hindu shaft. Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her other arm round my neck as she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her body, wanting me, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund, desperately.
I held her hips lightly, not quite believing what was happening, watching Waħīdah Ǻbbāss face as Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
I couldn’t believe how hot, how wet, how tight Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as the engorged head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her.
I somehow resisted the urge to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deep as I could, to pull her hips down onto me, and let Waħīdah Ǻbbās take her time.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās lowered herself onto my lap, Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips stretching around my Uncut Hindu Lund as it slipped into her.
The pain Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was being washed away by the strength of her pleasure as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moulded itself to every ridge, every contour, of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With a deep groan, she settled onto my lap, all eight inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was in awe of her body, of the pleasure surging through her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had no idea how all of that wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund had fitted inside her, but it had.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt so full, as if my Uncut Hindu Lund was reaching up to between her Musalmān breasts.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wrapped her arms around My neck and looked into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire in my ever experienced Hindu male eyes as Waħīdah Ǻbbās was sure I could see in hers.
Her legs were spread wide, her knees each side of me.
It felt as though Waħīdah Ǻbbās was being split apart by my Uncut Hindu Lund, speared deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās could feel my balls against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hands stroking her hips, running softly over her body.
Still looking into my ever experienced Hindu male eyes, she eased herself up on my Uncut Hindu Lund, feeling it sliding out of her a few inches before dropping back onto me.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās wiggled her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a little, and then lifted herself again, enjoying the wonderful sensations flooding her body more and more, enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her, the feel of my skin peeling back over my Uncut Hindu Lund head each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down my Hindu length.
It seemed natural for us to kiss, tentatively at first, our lips barely touching.
But then Waħīdah Ǻbbāsicked slowly along My lips, before poking her tongue between them, feeling our way inside my mouth.
Moments later, our lips were locked together, our tongues thrusting and exploring.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I kissed, I pulled Waħīdah Ǻbbās to me, feeling her Musalmān breasts, her hard nipples against my chest even through her flimsy pyjamas, our hips now moving as one.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I broke our kiss, staring at each other as Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I gasped for breath, our lips still for a moment.
Silently, Waħīdah Ǻbbās reached for the hem of her top, and pulled it slowly up her body and over her head.
I gasped, my Uncut Hindu Lund jerking inside her, as the rest of her body was uncovered.
My ever experienced Hindu male eyes moved with her, following the edge of her top upwards.
Firstly, it was her flat, well toned belly with the little gold cross nestling in her belly button.
I had always been against her having her navel pierced, but now all I could think about was how sexy it looked, Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked.
As the top went up higher, my hands moved from her hips and slowly up the sides of her slender body, her skin smooth and soft under my touch.
Gradually, as if in slow motion, the soft swell of her Musalmān breasts came into view.
I moaned, my hands tightening around her, as her sexy young Musalmān breasts were unveiled to me.
They were bigger than I’d ever imagined, but still firm, very firm and beautifully shaped.
They seemed to turn upwards at the end, and were slightly conical shaped, her nipples hard and swollen, the aureoles dark and wide.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās saw how I was looking at her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing at the expression on my face.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held still for a few long moments, her arms above her head, her Musalmān breasts thrust out to me, wanting me, as I feasted on her extraordinary Musalmān beauty.
I reached out to her, my hands moving smoothly across her body to cup her Musalmān breasts.
I sighed as I felt her firmness beneath my hands, just as Waħīdah Ǻbbās sighed as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my hands on her, the rough skin on my thumbs scraping lightly over her sensitive nipples.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her top onto the floor and pulled my head to her.
I pressed my head into her cleavage, my hands still on her Musalmān breasts, the two of us still for a moment except for the gentle movement of our hips, of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
I watched as her nipples puckered and tightened even more under my touch as I moved from one to the other I squeezed them gently, and then harder.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās held my head to her, wanting, needing, my attention, her hips rising as Waħīdah Ǻbbās began to fuck my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I moved as one, my Uncut Hindu Lund ploughing into her, stretching her, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, as I squeezed her Musalmān breasts and nipples, my hands roaming easily over her body.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt as though My Uncut Hindu Lund was filling her entire body.
It felt huge inside her – and Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved it.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, reaching deep inside her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way it moved, the way her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped itself around it.
And Waħīdah Ǻbbās loved the way the pain, the dull ache, Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt was now being replaced by waves of intense, almost painful, pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās had felt nothing like it ever before.
The pleasure filling her, reaching the very ends of her body, was amazing, and was being driven there by my stunning Uncut Hindu Lund inside her body, by my hands on her body, by my mouth on her Musalmān breasts.
Everything was a blur as Waħīdah Ǻbbās clung to me, holding me tighter and tighter as the pleasure inside her became almost unbearable.
Our hips, our bodies, were moving faster now, my Uncut Hindu Lund reaching deeper and deeper inside her as everything else was forgotten except for our pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās threw her head back, her chest flushed, her body tense, as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and clung to her, in awe of her reaction, of the pleasure Waħīdah Ǻbbās was enjoying.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was almost sobbing with relief as her body relaxed, as I began fucking her again.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās was bouncing up and down on my lap as I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly into her, her Musalmān breasts bouncing in front of me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās rode my violent Hindu thrusts, as she straddled my knees, pushing down to meet my Uncut Hindu Lund as I drove it deepest into her body.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I fucked, her juices poured from her onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, the room echoing to the wet sounds of our bodies moving together.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my Uncut Hindu Lund grow even bigger inside her as my climax approached, as another climax washed through her.
As my Hindu cum threatened to erupt inside from me, I started to lift Waħīdah Ǻbbās away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“No,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās cried, understanding what I was trying to do, “it’s okay. Give it to me inside, please.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās drove her body downwards, using her weight to drive my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside her just as my balls contracted and sent my Hindu cum into her body in thick jets.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both cried out, I at my release and Waħīdah Ǻbbās at the feel of my Hindu cum filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, mixing with her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I clung together, my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbing inside her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezing my n cum from me.
I collapsed backwards on the bed, breathless, my muscular body slick with sweat.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās lay down on top of me, her cheek resting on my chest, my softening Uncut Hindu Lund still filling her hot, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I love you, Durgesh,” Waħīdah Ǻbbās murmured, hugging me as Waħīdah Ǻbbās felt my arms around her, “I love you now even more than I ever did before. Thank you. Thank you very much for accepting me in your life forever, my dear Hindu husband.”
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I lay still for long moments, savouring the feel of each other, before Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I inevitably thought about what had happened.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I both knew that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I should be feeling guilty, but Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I didn’t.
All Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I knew was that Waħīdah Ǻbbās and I wanted it more, much more.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās got up slowly.
As Waħīdah Ǻbbās knelt beside me, I propped myself up on my elbows, looking at her.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās leant over and kissed me softly, her hand resting on my belly.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was still semi erect, lying at the base of my belly, still slick with cum and juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās giggled at the fact that I still had my pyjama bottoms on, at the huge wet patch from her juices.
Waħīdah Ǻbbās dragged them down my legs, leaving me naked, and then got up off the bed.
I watched her, drinking in her ardent Musalmān nakedness, her beauty, as Waħīdah Ǻbbās crossed the room and went into the bathroom.
Chapter 16
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 