1: Of my Musalmān friends
“Durgesh, there’s three types of women.”
‘Oh joy, more words of wisdom from the blowhard,’ I thought as I wondered what dumb nonsense was my friend, Aslam Saåīd, about to espouse. Still I was required to ask, “What’s that Aslam Saåīd?”
Smiling, since he loves that even I use his ridiculous nickname, he answered,
“First, there’s the women that let you fuck them. These are the ones that act as if they are doing you a favor as they just lay there. Basically, they are the dead fish you sometimes hear about.” Looking at me, I silently nodded my head.
“Second, are the ones that work with you. They’ll help you row the boat into the port; most times, you’ll have to be in charge but they participate in the activities.
“Third, are the ones who will fuck you. Those are the crazy bitches where sex is a competition, it’s a battle for dominance, it’s a challenge to see who will cum first, except you lose if you cum first. All they care about is satisfying their needs and don’t care about yours.”
Silently I rolled my eyes, thinking ‘whatever’ but resisted the urge to say it.
When I didn’t respond to his pearls of wisdom, Aslam Saåīd returned his focus back to what we were doing ̶ skeet shooting.
Aslam Saåīd and I were on the back edge of the large patio in the rear of the manor on our estate.
Aslam Saåīd yelled,
“Pull” and I sent two clay pigeons soaring into the air.
Aslam Saåīd raised his British made Purdey over/under shotgun and tracked the first.
I watched as Aslam Saåīd fired, turning the disc into dust before quickly refocusing on the second disc while it was beginning its descend.
Firing, I silently scoffed as Aslam Saåīd merely chipped an edge off it and he violently barked, “DAMMIT.”
To further tweak my friend, Aslam Saåīd, I asked, as he broke open his shotgun to clear the barrels, “By the way, which one does Farzānah Rashīd fall into.”
“Sadly, my wife, Farzānah Rashīd, falls into the first category,” he glumly answered.
‘Somehow, I doubt that…’ I thought. ‘…Most likely you just can’t deliver the goods.’ Readying my American made Browning Golden Clays, Monte Carlo over/under 12 gauge shotgun I yelled, “Pull.”
Bringing my weapon up and locking it into the sweet spot in the crux of my shoulder within the blink of an eye, I instantly tracked the first disc and pulverized it.
Swinging over to the second, I spied it as it was still ascending.
As it hovered that split-second at the top of its apex where it transfers from climbing to falling I never let that happen as I turned it to dust.
“Well I win again. Huh, old man?” I amusedly watched as Aslam Saåīd’s nostrils flared in fury.
I knew Aslam Saåīd hated that I could best him, especially as he was a fanatical huntsmen and I could be described as disinterested.
I knew that it enraged him that his years of experience and constant practice weren’t enough against my ever youthful reflexes and superior eye/hand coordination developed more by video games than by handling firearms.
I knew that Aslam Saåīd detested the fact that at 51 his star was waning while even at 64, my star was on the ever rise.
I found this all quite amusing and while I did my best to try an’ hide it, cordially, we both knew I wasn’t always successful.
I didn’t always think this way about my friend, Aslam Saåīd.
In fact, there was a time I even praised him and hung on his every word.
Farzānah Rashīd never approved of it,
“Your friend, Aslam Saåīd, is a fraud, Durgesh.”
I was careful.
My long experiences with my Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives was different somewhat.
Most of them were either after sex with me to satisfy their abnormal sexual lust or after my money, my multi zillions.
They blamed my Musalmān friends to get my sympathy.
They were not bold enough to divorce my Musalmān friends who were their husbands and join my sex life boldly and sincerely.
When I investigated, in most of the cases I found out the incompetence of my Musalmān friends was exaggerated out of proportions.
Aslam Saåīd was the third child of Niranjan Sharmā and Āmnah Saåīd, an affluent and influential family.
He embraced his Ammī’s religion and name, instead of his father’s.
Āmnah Saåīd barely knew his older siblings as his older brother was ten years older than him, while his sister was almost nine years older.
Obviously Āmnah Saåīd was an unexpected surprise being born when Niranjan Sharmā was 35 and his Āmnah Saåīd was 31.
Perhaps because of this fact as a kid Āmnah Saåīd got to tag along with me, his friend, and he thought that was awesome
Over the years, Farzānah Rashīd and I have also become pals.
We don’t just spend all our time with football; that isn’t our only bond.
No, instead we often spend many nights in the TV room playing video games, watching movies or just watching television shows.
And we’ve become comfortable with and around each other.
I loved being allowed to stay up watching TV with his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, and would often fall asleep right there in the TV room.
Farzānah Rashīd would let me sleep until gently waking me when she was done for the night and we’d head up to our bedrooms.
As Āmnah Saåīd grew older the roles began to reverse where Āmnah Saåīd was the one up late watching the end of a baseball, basketball or hockey game that started on the West coast or catching the late edition of SportsCenter or whatever.
Also somewhere along the way we began sharing the same sofa lying together as we watched TV.
Often, Āmnah Saåīd would be massaging her shoulders, rubbing her feet or brushing her hair.
But many times we were just sharing each other’s company.
While I, of course, enjoyed having this supple female lying next to me, or even against me, in truth I never thought it as odd because she was so open about it, even doing so when I’d have friends over.
Yet I knew I needed to hide the fact that I found his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, so sexually desirable.
Aslam Saåīd could not have digested it.
In some ways the close proximity to her only fueled my lust.
Often, I had to remain vigilant not to succumb to my desire to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
I learned how to be circumspect when hiding my raging hard-on while she was right next to me.
The biggest change was whereas before Farzānah Rashīd would wake me before heading up to bed herself, now with her asleep against me when Āmnah Saåīd was done for the night I’d just simply mute the TV and crash out there on the sofa with her.
At first my friend, Aslam Saåīd, would look in on us, but now this is so routine that Aslam Saåīd didn’t even bother.
And so, Farzānah Rashīd and I have slept together in the TV room more nights than not.
Yes, I was surprised at their so much liberty to me, with Farzānah Rashīd, despite my reputation that there was no Musalmān Beauty, not even a single one, that was so intimate with me, and I never fucked her.
Sooner or later, every Musalmān Beauty so intimate with me, had fucked me too, eventually, ultimately.
Yet, Aslam Saåīd never suspected Farzānah Rashīd and my intimacy to be ultimate intimacy too.
This brings us to the day before my 64th birthday.
After plying Star Wars Battlefront II against his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, and getting beaten and pummeled worse than Āmnah Saåīd beat Aslam Saåīd at skeet shooting she got to select what to watch tonight.
So Āmnah Saåīd was feigning interest in another tedious and predictable Lifetime movie.
Āmnah Saåīd was sort of resting comfortably sitting/sprawled on the sofa and Farzānah Rashīd was lying on the rest of the sofa with her using my thigh as a pillow for her head.
She was wearing a simple loose fitting white linen blouse and a pair of casual black wool slacks.
Having kicked off her shoes, her bare feet faintly glowed from the light of the TV.
Basically it was just another night.
“So Durgesh, are you excited about tomorrow?” she asked without turning her head away from the TV.
“Why, what’s tomorrow?” Āmnah Saåīd genuinely asked.
I knew it was my birthday but at this point in my life my attitude was ‘Big Deal.’
While girls and women make a big deal about birthdays for men it’s kind of just another day.
At some point early in our lives birthdays basically become meaningless.
Unlike girls we don’t celebrate a Sweet Sixteen.
Even Jewish boys have a Bar Mitzvah at 13 and then they are done.
I even remember my friend, Aslam Saåīd, once saying, ‘Birthdays are for women and little boys. Which one are you?’
“Well, tomorrow is your birthday silly.” Rolling onto her back, she now looked up at me. “Or did you forget?”
“Of course I didn’t forget…” I replied gazing down at her and enjoying her features reflected from the soft light projected from the TV, the only light in an otherwise dark room. “…I just don’t see what’s the big deal between today and tomorrow. I mean, honestly, what’s the difference?”
I more felt than heard Farzānah Rashīd laugh before saying,
“Well, tomorrow you’ll be 64. It’s an achievement that you are still immensely active sexually than the rest of the mankind of your age.”
I loudly scoffed at her point.
“And what’s that mean?”
Looking down at her I continued, “I’m sorry Farzānah Rashīd, I don’t wanna be a Buzz Killington but I just don’t see tomorrow as anything special.”
With an odd smile she replied,
“I guess maybe you are right.” And she rolled back onto her side ending the conversation.
However it left me feeling as if she had just said that I couldn’t be more wrong and left me thinking, ‘why’.
As always I was left perplexed by her feminine hysteria.
Well, I smiled.
Everyone has his/her shortcomings.
According to Ved, in Vedic Scientific System of life, a biological family was an infinitesimal unit of the political system.
The Sukr’t was the administrator in power, his women were the opposition and the children were the subject.
It was not necessary that his women will always be in opposition, but it was potential at least due to ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat’.
After a while I let out a sigh, when the Lifetime movie revealed that the heroine’s supposedly loving husband was actually an absolute scumbag, that her childhood guy friend has always been in love with her and he was who she actually should be with ̶ basically the same as every other Lifetime movie.
I also discovered that Farzānah Rashīd was already asleep by her not responding a bit to my sigh.
At 12:30am, I pressed the mute button on the remote.
Shifting a bit and adjusting Farzānah Rashīd, who didn’t wake, I settled in for another night’s sleep with her on the sofa.
It took all but a few minutes before the Sandman came and off to Dreamland I went.
I awoke startled as a weight was suddenly on me.
Opening my eyes, I found Farzānah Rashīd was sitting on my lap, straddling me, facing me.
Joyfully she exclaimed,
“Wake up! It’s Your Birthday.”
She then kissed me.
However this was like no kiss I ever received from her before.
Her lips landed firmly on mine and stayed there for the shortest eternal Moment.
I was startled.
Farzānah Rashīd leaned back and declared,
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
With a wink, she placed her hands on the sides on my head.
This time, I saw her close her eyes and lean in to kiss me.
This time I was ready.
I kissed her back and it was more incredible than I ever imagined.
Her lips were warm, soft and succulent.
Her lips left mine, leaving me hungering for more.
“… I think we’ve both been waiting a long time for this to happen,” she whispered in my ear; her fingers ran through my hair and sparks danced across my head.
Her hands left my head and took hold of my wrists.
My mind swirled with delight as Farzānah Rashīd licked my ear.
Suddenly my hands were laid on her tight, tender butt-cheeks and she wantonly whispered, “Today my Ideal man becomes my man.”
Her tongue traced across my cheek and magically her lips were on mine again.
I wondered if I was dreaming as my hands touched, caressed, molded to her firm yet diminutive gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass; her lips were pressed firmly to mine.
When I squeezed my hands I felt her lips open and her tongue licked my lips.
Opening my mouth to her, she wrapped her arms around my head and leaned her whole body upon me.
Her tongue entered my mouth proudly, dominantly.
When mine reached for and touched hers her whole body swayed.
I held tight to her butt for as our tongues danced upon each other’s her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body danced upon mine.
As I was 64 years old, my Uncut Hindu Lund was automatically ready and standing at attention AND my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was rubbing her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body on it!
The only thing that, thankfully, prevented me from exploding at that Moment was my extraordinary control on my Uncut Hindu Penis and its ejaculation.
Her tongue left my mouth and then her lips left mine.
Placing her hands on my shoulders Farzānah Rashīd leaned back.
Yet with a delicious smile her hips kept dancing, swaying, grinding on mine.
“This is what you want, right? I know you are a Hindu and no Hindu accepts any woman the wife of any wicked.”
I smiled nodding my head.
She smiled and laughed,
Reaching back Farzānah Rashīd grabbed my hands and lifted them to her chest.
Although not particularly busty, I could feel her bra beneath her shirt and her breasts beneath that.
There was enough there for me to squeeze and clutch, and as I did Farzānah Rashīd laid her head back sighing her pleasure.
Leaning forward she kissed me again.
This time as we kissed there was no hesitation by either of us.
I kissed her as firmly and wantonly as she kissed me.
Our mouths opened, our tongues touched, our bodies merged and we became one.
She pressed her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body against mine and I arched my chest and pushed back at her urging my body into hers.
For an infinite minute we kissed.
Our kiss ended.
Farzānah Rashīd climbed off me and I felt the loss of her on me.
However she stood there before me haloed by the glow from the TV behind her.
Her simple yet elegant white linen blouse glowed while her contrasting flat black slacks absorbed the light creating a blackened darkness.
Still I could see as she smiled her loving smile at me.
I simply, quietly watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it revealing a delicate yet simple white bra that looked gorgeous and ultra-sexy on her.
The thin straps had a slight, light row of lace on the inside edge that ran down and across the top edge of the smooth seamless cups that barely covered the bottom half of her breasts.
She then confidently unbuttoned her pants and allowed them to charmingly fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
I saw she was wearing the matching white panties and they were as simple and barely there as her bra.
The elastic waistband was thinner and rested easily on her delicate thick hips.
In the middle was nothing but a tiny small triangle of cloth that disappeared between her legs.
Yet as I watched in delighted silence, Farzānah Rashīd hooked her thumbs into the elastic straps, pushed them over her hips and down her thighs until they simply fell off her.
Dazed I could see that she was smooth and hairless, the dim light only allowing me to see just the soft edges of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pubic mound.
However my gaze rose up following the movement of her hands as she brought them to the middle of her bra.
I watched as Farzānah Rashīd opened the front-closure of her bra, push it open and then off her back.
In the dimness I saw the darkened spots that were her small quarter sized areoles and guessed that they were probably a milk chocolaty brown to her soft milky caramel skin.
“Are you ready for this?”
I was and told her so by curling both of my hands in a come here gesture.
Still Farzānah Rashīd surprised me by raising her right foot up on to the sofa alongside of me.
Then Farzānah Rashīd stepped up onto the sofa as she placed her left foot alongside me.
Now towering over me I looked up in time to see her place her hands against the back wall before I was buried in muff.
Basically Farzānah Rashīd leaned forward and pressed her Musalmān pelvis to my Hindu male lips.
Not being any innocent I knew what to do.
I inhaled deeply and savored her scent.
It was stronger and more aromatic than any I had ever smelt before recently and its heady aroma raced straight to my brain in a rush.
Reaching up, I hooked my thumbs onto her hips so that my fingers can reach around and curling, grab a handful of butt.
Pressing her tighter to me I nuzzled my face upon her pubic mound.
Softly she whimpered, “Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, my Hindu love, my ever ideal man.”
“Mmm,” she moaned as I rolled my face around and my nose, my chin, my lips touched her.
I heard her take a loud breath and her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body Momentarily stiffened as I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot the first time.
Tasting her was like tasting ambrosia, sampling her moisture was like tasting the nectar of the gods.
‘Oooooh,” Farzānah Rashīd whimpered as my Uncut Hindu Lund played over her pussy lips. I was surprised how wet she already was. I loved how wet she already was.
“Oh babe, that’s it,” Farzānah Rashīd groaned as I repeatedly dragged my tongue up over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips.
By rolling my tip I was able to swing to the left and right.
Her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body trembled and I tightened my hold on her hips, “Arrrgh…”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh…” she cried as my Uncut Hindu Lund started to split her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips, but to tease her, to savor and prolong the Moment I only used the barest tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund until Farzānah Rashīd herself requested,
“Oh please Durgesh, Mérī Jān! put it into me.”
The Hindu Lover was, I did.
My Uncut Hindu Lund entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot and what a fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot Farzānah Rashīd has.
Poor Aslam Saåīd.
Ultimately, he too lost his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Farzānah Rashīd, to me.
My mind almost overloaded with lust and decadence to feel how liquidly smooth Farzānah Rashīd felt, how velvety thick Farzānah Rashīd felt, how softly tight her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot felt on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Pressing myself as tight as possible to her, I jammed my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as I could into her.
Fucking hard I felt her juice, around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Oh, oh, oh, arrrgh…” Farzānah Rashīd cried as I mashed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her and tried to reach her deepest innermost parts by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund to the left and right.
As much as I fucked her I could still feel it gripping over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt her pulling her hips back.
I reluctantly let her withdraw my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund as she pleaded,
“I need you, Durgesh, my dream lover.”
Letting go of her hips, I lifted my own and quickly yanked off my shorts and boxers.
My throbbing member popped absolutely free now, glad to be out.
Farzānah Rashīd placed her hands on my shoulders.
Farzānah Rashīd slowly, gracefully descended.
Sitting down, her hips touched the tip of my raging erect Uncut Hindu Lund and my eyes bulged from utmost bliss.
With but a shift, a slide, a sway my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, easily impaled herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We both released an “Ooooooooh yes,”
To finally feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund was beyond any fantasy I have had.
The only true way to describe how glorious my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot is would be to compare it to that first time.
As a virgin when you finally get some Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot you know you are experiencing what may be the greatest Moment of your life yet it’s so overwhelming that it’s impossible to truly comprehend its splendid magnificence.
Far from my first time, it still felt magnificent.
Farzānah Rashīd must’ve felt the same way as she just sat there enjoying the wonder of the Moment; for which I was thankful because otherwise I surely would’ve blasted my load.
After a timeless second Farzānah Rashīd smiled at me and gave me a quick peck on my lips.
Farzānah Rashīd whispered,
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” I whispered back to her as I rested my cheek to hers.
I again hooked my thumbs onto her hips but now more reached underneath her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass cupping her big, heavy, tight cheeks.
Using my strength I began to lift her up; in a near instant, Farzānah Rashīd started assisting by using her legs.
Still I seemed to control the tempo or perhaps being united we both wanted the same.
Tenderly Farzānah Rashīd gently rode up an’ down on my Hindu piston soundlessly, our bodies pressed together, our cheeks resting against each other’s.
She moved her head and pressed her lips to mine and it was as if we shifted into second gear.
As she kissed me, Farzānah Rashīd’s body became lighter and I lifted her with greater ease before her magical Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot would slide back down my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With each cycle my Hindu shaft became more lubricated, more slicked with my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Musalmān juices and her pace accelerated.
Her mouth opened as did mine, our tongues collided and we shifted into third gear.
Farzānah Rashīd was now sliding up an’ down in a quickened pace and the sensations my Uncut Hindu Lund sent out were glorious.
No one’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot has ever felt as good as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s does.
As her tongue crashed upon mine her hips thrust forward and back as her legs lifted her upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Our tongues slid along each other’s as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot rode upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Oh Durgesh, oh, oh, oh…” she panted into my ear and now we shifted into 4th and top gear.
Grabbing the sides of my head as hand holds we were now fucking furiously.
I thought of what my friend, Aslam Saåīd, said about her and let out a delicious laugh as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was certainly no dead fish.
Here Farzānah Rashīd was riding my Uncut Hindu Lund and grunting vigorously as Farzānah Rashīd fucked me,
“Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Urgh…”
“Oh Durgesh, you’re so good, you’re so good, oh babe, oh dear, that’s it,” Farzānah Rashīd cheered as I marveled at the outstanding job my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was doing fucking me.
I held tighter to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass and Farzānah Rashīd grabbed tighter to my hair almost pulling it from my head.
Her pace was increased to an all-out gallop.
Both of us couldn’t speak as we were both panting and gasping for breath.
Then suddenly Farzānah Rashīd stopped.
With my Uncut Hindu Lund fully impaled in her, Farzānah Rashīd sat on my thighs and became silent and pressed a finger to my mouth for me to do the same.
If my heart was racing before now it felt as if it about to explode through my chest.
In the silence I tried to listen, to find what Farzānah Rashīd had heard but all I heard was my heart thundering against my ribcage, the blood rushing through my body and her muted breathing.
Then I heard it.
The sound was of bare feet walking across the ceramic tile in the front half of the living room.
Since there’s only three people in the house it was obvious whose feet they belonged to.
Part of me was alert of my friend, Aslam Saåīd, to discover us as we were.
Part of me wished for Aslam Saåīd to discover me banging his wife.
Since she didn’t move I was left to wonder what Farzānah Rashīd was thinking.
As I focused and concentrated on the sound of his footsteps I thought it sounded as if he was crossing from the kitchen towards the stairs.
That thought was confirmed when I heard my friend, Aslam Saåīd, began ascending the steps.
Things became even weirder.
Shifting, Farzānah Rashīd put her forehead to mine, her nose to mine and we stared into each other’s eyes.
Then without moving I felt sensations dancing upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
My eyes must’ve opened wide in surprise because reflected back was a look of a wanton, wicked mischievous look.
As we listened to him climb the stairs, my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot squeezed and relaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund as if it was a hand and the fingers were flexing independently.
My mind floated in a state of disbelieving ecstasy as he walked down the hallway, his footsteps barely audible on the wood floor as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot played upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When the sound of his footsteps ceased we both looked at the ceiling knowing that he was now above us walking on the carpeted floor.
He was, in a way, heading in our direction as their bed was directly above the sofa of which I was on with his own wife, Farzānah Rashīd, riding my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Farzānah Rashīd started to silently giggle, in relief I joined her and she kissed me.
Placing her hands on my shoulders she pushed up and disengaged herself from me.
I felt empty until Farzānah Rashīd said,
“Now it’s your turn.”
Sliding over to the other corner of the sofa she rested her forearms on the padded arm and laid her right leg on a cushion offering herself to me.
Seeing her long lean legs leading up to her pert Musalmān ass perfectly framing her Paradise I needed no further invitation.
Stepping up behind her I ran my hands over her behind and had to resist the temptation to smack that ass.
Looking up at the ceiling I silently cursed, ‘Fuck you, Aslam Saåīd.’
“Mmm,” she purred as I guided my Uncut Hindu Lund to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
To again feel my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot was as awe-inspiring as the first time.
As my Uncut Hindu Lundhead began to part her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips I again took possession of her luscious hips, savoring every feeling and sensation as slowly I slid up inside of her.
“Ooooh,” Farzānah Rashīd sighed with lustful pleasure as my hips merged with hers and we were once again fully together.
I leaned my body weight onto her and held her.
I could tell Farzānah Rashīd loved having my Uncut Hindu Lund fully buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
Being the sexual creature she is, she began to slide forward.
Holding her hips I allowed her, even as I began to withdraw myself.
When my Uncut Hindu Lundhead began to part her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips I tightened my grasp on her hips.
Pulling her towards me I thrust forward, in the middle our bodies met with a colliding slap of flesh and Farzānah Rashīd groaned lustfully, “Urgh…”
I again held her and rested my weight on her for a Moment.
Then the vixen again initiated the action by sliding forward.
I allowed her to slide part way forward even as I withdrew.
Reaching the top of our stroke we reversed course and our bodies collided with a clap of sweaty bodies meeting and a grunt, “Urgh…
“Urgh, Urgh, Urgh,” we both groaned as we quickly syncopated our rhythms as if we had done this many times before.
Perhaps it was because the bond between us was so tight that we just knew what each other craved.
Perhaps being my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, I knew her needs.
Perhaps being her husband’s friend, she knew my desires.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she now sighed as our tempo increased; our arousal and pleasure matching.
Never before had sex felt this dynamic and I wondered if the purpose of my birth was but to make love to needy Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Farzānah Rashīd continued to sigh with hunger and longing.
As I continued to hold her hips, I had to shake my head to clear the sweat from the heat we were generating.
Swinging my head left and right I ended up looking up at the ceiling and let out a pleased laugh. ‘Oh Aslam Saåīd, you couldn’t be more wrong…’ I thought. ‘…first Farzānah Rashīd was fucking me and now Farzānah Rashīd was working as hard as I was rowing this boat.’ The only dead fish was upstairs in bed.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she purred with wanton pleasure.
I knew I was on edge.
I could feel my body tighten, my balls were screaming for release, my Uncut Hindu Lund was ready to fire my load.
“Eīshān, Oh God, Farzānah Rashīd, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, Farzānah Rashīd.”
“Go ahead and cum inside me. Let me feel you cum in me,” she urged.
I slammed my body into her with even more vigor.
The sound of our bodies sounded like thunder as we crashed upon each other.
With one last mighty heave I lunged into her, burying my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible into my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
Our bodies fell forward and Farzānah Rashīd collapsed onto the sofa with my Uncut Hindu Lund still fully inside her.
“Ohhhrrrghhh,” I cried as my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled and my cum came rushing out.
My first shot fired hard and thick, quickly followed by a second, third and fourth.
A little hump popped out two more squirts of cum before the thick avalanche poured out of my Uncut Hindu Lund and flooded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot as I emptied every bit of my Hindu essence into my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd.
Spend, emptied and exhausted we both just lay there one on top of the other still united.
We were breathless and satisfied yet I could tell she enjoyed the feeling of me on top of her, still inside of her.
We just stayed that way and soon I even grew drowsy.
Finally we were facing and I loved being able to see her beautiful face again.
I was so happy that I kissed her, then again and again and again until Farzānah Rashīd started giggling.
Reaching up Farzānah Rashīd wiped some sweaty hair off my forehead and murmured,
I kissed her.
Then taking my hand she pulled me to her and kissed me softly,
“Oh Durgesh, you are so amazing. I love you.”
“I love you more,” I pledged and sealed it with a kiss.
She kissed me one more time before saying, “Now get some rest, even remaining deepest into me. It’s your birthday and we have A LOT of celebrating to do. There’s a long list of my extremely beautiful friends and acquaintance that want to wish you a happy birthday in the same way I’m doing.”
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