1: Of my Musalmān friends
Sāimah Aslam wasn’t aware of how wrong it was until the tip of her finger grazed the tip of my growing Hindu erection.
I immediately moved my legs and adjusted my shorts.
“Oh, sorry about that,” I said in innocently.
“Don’t be sorry. You’re a healthy ever young Hindu man and I want you to be proud of that, as you are always with other Musalmān Beauties and other Musalmān houseladies.”
Sāimah Aslam‘s hands never left My Hindu body.
She kept on massaging me as if nothing was out of the ordinary and nothing was wrong.
“Thanks. I’ve always assumed you were uptight about things like that.” I smiled.
“What makes you say that?” Sāimah Aslam asked.
“You always remind me about certain things whenever I have a new Musalmān girlfriend, you know, about safe sex and all that stuff. It always seemed like you were uptight about anything sex related.”
“And I meant every word,” Sāimah Aslam replied in her ever caring ever indebted ever grateful voice. “Safety should always come first. But let’s just say that I’m learning to lighten up a little. You’re an ever sexy Hindu man and you’re fully capable of making your own decisions. I have faith that you’ll always do the right thing.”
“Why do I have a feeling that you’re up to something?” I asked with a suspicious smile.
“Can’t an ever caring ever indebted ever grateful woman look after you without having ulterior motives?”
“Of course she can. But I think it’s odd that she suddenly has a change of tune all of a sudden.”
She smiled and playfully slapped my leg, near my Hindu erection.
“That’s enough massaging for one day. You’re a lot bigger than you used to be and my hands are exhausted. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to supervise the dinner preparation.”
The seeds had been planted in Sāimah Aslam’s mind and there was no going back.
That night, all she could think about was I and how exciting it was rubbing my body.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty hadn’t felt so sexually alive in years.
She laid in bed touching herself after turning the lights off.
Sāimah Aslam imagined getting on her knees and pleasing me the way that Ilāhī Altamash had shown her with the sex toy.
Her mind relived everything the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had been taught about oral sex.
She thought of the bag full of sexy & slutty undergarments Sāimah Aslam now owned and how Sāimah Aslam was supposed to tease me with it.
Sāimah Aslam was instructed to wear it to work to build her sexual confidence and arousal over time before eventually letting me catch glimpses of it.
It was meant to show me that the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had a naughty side and Sāimah Aslam wasn’t afraid to use it.
It wasn’t long before Sāimah Aslam had her first orgasm of the night…the first of many…
The next morning.
Sāimah Aslam woke up early for work as always.
She did her normal routine and she took a nice long shower.
Afterwards, she stood in front of her closet wearing only a towel.
It was another hot day which meant that her typical outfit would be uncomfortable in the office, so the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had an excuse to dress in something slightly more revealing.
A thin blouse and office skirt were tossed onto the bed, along with a matching pair of bra & panties.
Her eyes suddenly shifted to the bag of adult undergarments she bought from Ilāhī Altamash.
She looked at the bag as if it were staring back at her.
It was almost as if she could hear Ilāhī Altamash’s voice in her head, encouraging her to be a bad girl for once in her life;
‘Go ahead, wear them. Durgesh is probably downstairs thinking about Zubaydah Ibrāhīm right now. This is your chance to show him who the REAL Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty in his life is.’
Sāimah Aslam picked up the bag and turned it upside down on her bed.
Sāimah Aslam removed her towel and picked up the seductive undergarments which Ilāhī Altamash recommend.
It was the black pair of see-through bra & panties.
She put it on and stood in front of her full length bedroom mirror.
Ilāhī Altamash’s voice continued in her head;
‘That’s it. You look irresistible. Open your blouse a little and let Durgesh have a peek. I already know how he’ll react, but you should find out for yourself.’
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had a hard time recognizing herself.
Her hair and makeup were done beautifully the way they always had been, but seeing her scantily clad body in see-through attire was something different.
Her large brown nipples and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were clearly visible.
For lack of a better word, she thought she felt ‘slutty,’ but then Sāimah Aslam remembered Ilāhī Altamash’s advice; it’s not just how it looks, but how it makes you FEEL.
Sāimah Aslam felt a newfound sense of confidence in herself.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had always been awkward when it came to sex, but seeing herself that way made her more seductive.
Feeling sexy was very important if Sāimah Aslam wanted to compete with the likes of Zubaydah Ibrāhīm.
Sāimah Aslam walked down the stairs fully dressed with a newfound sense of confidence.
As usual, I was downstairs eating my breakfast on the couch while watching TV.
I wore a simple T-shirt and shorts.
“Hey Sāimah Aslam,” I said, with my eyes glued to the television.
“Morning,” Sāimah Aslam replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to me. “What are your plans today? Going out for another afternoon run again?”
“Yeah. There’s more stuff going on today around campus. So I’ll probably spend my afternoon there just hanging out.”
“Sounds fun. It’s expected to be another hot day, so maybe I could leave work a little early and we could get some ice cream or a fruit smoothie. What do you think? It’ll be fun.”
I peeled my eyes away from the television to look at my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me. “Ummm…I actually have plans already. You know, I’ve already told the guys that I’m meeting up with them later.”
“Oh…well…maybe another time.”
“Sorry to blow you off like that Sāimah Aslam. We could definitely do something another time. I’m always up for some ice cream,” I said playfully.
“Is that all I’m good for?” Sāimah Aslam replied with a stern, yet playful look of her own.
“Of course not, Sāimah Aslam. You’re also something great.”
Sāimah Aslam slapped My Hindu arm.
“That’s to show you who’s boss around here,” she joked before slapping my arm again. “And that’s for being sexiest towards your ever caring ever indebted ever grateful woman that’s your friend’s wife.”
The slaps grabbed My Hindu attention, and it also moved her shirt so that her skimpy black bra was exposed.
My eyes took a peak at my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me,’s cleavage and undergarment before impishly looking away.
She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
“I’m glad. I miss enjoying your Hindu enthusiasm. Enjoy the rest of your morning and afternoon, I’ve got to get to work now. I love you.”
“I love you too, Sāimah Aslam.”
Sāimah Aslam gave me another kiss on the forehead before leaving.
Later that afternoon.
Sāimah Aslam left work early, but not to visit me.
Sāimah Aslam went to visit Ilāhī Altamash again at the lingerie shop.
The store was empty and the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties had complete privacy.
“It’s nice to see you again,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty said with a smile. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”
“I know. But I feel like I’m going through a personal crisis and you’re the only person on Earth that I can talk to about it.”
“You can talk to me about anything. I’ve heard it all.”
“Then it wouldn’t surprise you to hear that I fantasized about Durgesh last night,” she openly admitted. “It was the dirtiest sexual feeling I had ever experienced.”
Ilāhī Altamash smiled,
“It’s a perfectly normal occurrence that a lot of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties your age experience. Durgesh has become a public property and it’s okay for you to desire him.”
“Is it? I don’t think I’ve ever felt so conflicted in my life.”
“Yet you came back here looking for advice. Don’t worry, this a normal phase that most ever caring ever indebted ever grateful women go through at some point in their lives. So, what made you to fantasize about Durgesh? Did anything in particular cause it to happen?”
Sāimah Aslam paused for a Moment.
“It started yesterday after I came home. I gave Durgesh a massage and he got a Hindu erection. I let Durgesh know it was okay. Later that night I fantasized about being on my knees, using the oral sex techniques you taught me to pleasure Durgesh. And this morning I briefly caught Durgesh peeking inside of my shirt.”
“Did you wear any of your sexy new undergarments for Durgesh?” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty asked with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer.
Instead of replying, Sāimah Aslam unbuttoned the top of her shirt and opened it enough so that Ilāhī Altamash could see the thinly strapped black bra.
“Very sexy,” Ilāhī Altamash nodded. “It looks great on you.”
“Thanks. I wore it this morning hoping I would notice.”
“And when he noticed? What then?”
Sāimah Aslam thought a Moment.
“It felt like an adrenaline rush. It was like a validation that I could be as sexy as Zubaydah Ibrāhīm, that Durgesh could be attracted to me.”
“Zubaydah Ibrāhīm? I’m assuming that’s the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty who your Muħsin, Benefactor, is screwing.”
Sāimah Aslam nodded.
“Only she’s not a young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty, she’s my age. Zubaydah Ibrāhīm and I have been rivals since high school. She’s a professor where Durgesh goes to teach Female Psychology, and now they’re having a sexual relationship. I wanted to spend time with Durgesh today, and I seemed unusually coy. It was obvious that I was hiding something, that Durgesh was going to go meet Zubaydah Ibrāhīm again.”
“I can’t say that I blame Durgesh,” Ilāhī Altamash noted. “Hindu men like Durgesh are at their sexual peek. It’s also common for Hindus his age to be attracted to Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties in their 40’s. Durgesh is a very lucky guy.”
“I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”
“I am on your side,” Ilāhī Altamash smiled. “The question now is, what are you going to do about your current situation?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out since I started hearing rumors that Durgesh was screwing around with Zubaydah Ibrāhīm. The past 24 hours have been worse since I first met you. My mind has been a complete mess.”
“You want my advice?” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty asked with an eyebrow raised. “You’re over analyzing everything. Just think of anyone who is successful in life, do you think they sit around agonizing over how they should proceed? Of course not, they go out and make it happen.”
“So what are you saying?”
“Your problem is that Durgesh is fucking your old rival. He’s never going to stop, even though you desperately want Durgesh to. So the answer is simple; offer Durgesh a reasonable alternative.”
“So you want me to just offer myself?” Sāimah Aslam asked nervously. “It can’t be that simple.”
“But it is. Hindus aren’t complicated creatures. They want sex, and we know exactly what they like. Durgesh likes older Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties, which means it’s more than likely that he fantasizes about you being his personal Musalmān slut every so often. Hindu males have the same ashvinātam fantasies as we Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties do.”
Sāimah Aslam froze in her tracts.
“I…I don’t even know how to respond to that,” Sāimah Aslam replied. “How can you be so sure?”
Ilāhī Altamash smiled,
“Because it happens all the time. The majority of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties who come to my shop have the same problems in their romantic life, and the majority of them end up fucking their own Muħsin, Benefactor, mostly Durgesh that is. It’s a very common secret fantasy that a lot of Hindus & Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties have. Don’t believe me? Try looking it up online. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”
“Do you think Durgesh’ll find me sexy?” Sāimah Aslam asked bluntly. “I have a lot of doubts in my mind of whether or not I can go through with this. I’ve never been a confident Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty when it comes to matters of sex.”
“Unbutton your skirt.”
Ilāhī Altamash’s voice was commanding, and Sāimah Aslam wasn’t in a mood to argue.
She looked the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty in the eyes as she began to unbutton her office skirt.
Before long, it was on the floor, around her ankles.
Ilāhī Altamash took a step closer and the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties were face-to-face.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty then brazenly put her hand down the client’s panties and inserted two fingers inside of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Ohh….” Sāimah Aslam gasped.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty continued probing around the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her fingers.
“You’re dripping wet. And you’re very hot & moist. If you ever have doubts about your sexuality, just remember that no man can ever resist what’s between your legs. Especially your Muħsin, Benefactor. Durgesh is crazy for what you have. It’s biological. Your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was made for Durgesh.”
“Tell me what to do,” Sāimah Aslam replied in a depraved voice.
“First off, I want you to shave this little patch of pubic hair above your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. I understand its appeal, and that it makes a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty look like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty. But truthfully, it has no place with erotic see through lingerie. I want you clean shaven from now on. Durgesh loves Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choots clean shaven.”
“How do you know?” Sāimah Aslam asked sarcastically.
Ilāhī Altamash laughed significantly,
“What do you think?”
Sāimah Aslam’s beautiful Musalmān eyes widened,
“Durgesh has fucked you too?”
Ilāhī Altamash laughed heartedly,
“Durgesh has fucked almost every Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of their age even.”
“Allah! Okay,” Sāimah Aslam replied with a hint of shyness.
Ilāhī Altamash’s fingers continued its work.
“I also want you to dress slutty, but classy. I want you to dress like an elegant slut for me. Then I want you to follow your heart’s desire. Tell me your most intimate thoughts. Be confident and forward like a strong Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty is supposed to be. Offer yourself to me completely if Durgesh agrees to never see Zubaydah Ibrāhīm again.”
“I’ll do it,” Sāimah Aslam replied, enjoying Ilāhī Altamash’s hand. “I’ll do tonight.”
“No. You’ll only be getting Zubaydah Ibrāhīm’s sloppy seconds. Believe me, you want Durgesh when he’s fresh and completely virile. Do it Tomorrow morning before work. Morning sex is a great way for any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty to start the day.”
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty’s fingers continued to probe the wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Sāimah Aslam smiled,
“Allah, God, I can’t wait. It’s scary but it feels so good. You’re making me feel so good right now. You’re the first Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty to ever touch me down there.”
“I’m the first for a lot of Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties,” Sāimah Aslam replied. “But keep in mind, this is NOTHING compared to what you’ll be getting from your Muħsin, Benefactor, for the rest of your life. You have a lot to look forward to.”
Sāimah Aslam squirmed where she stood.
“I can’t wait. My Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot feels like it’s burning.”
“Well, considering that Durgesh is probably getting fucked right now, it’s only fair that you should get to experience a wonderful little orgasm of your own. Don’t you agree?”
“Would you mind if I did the honors?” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty asked with a grin.
“By all means, please.”
Ilāhī Altamash, the elegant Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty, dropped to her knees in front of her client.
She pulled the panties down to Sāimah Aslam’s ankles and she used her fingers to spread apart the pink labia.
A soaking wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot canal was exposed and Sāimah Aslam worked her magic.
Ilāhī Altamash stuck her tongue out and pressed her mouth against the hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Oh…” she yelped.
Sāimah Aslam leaned back against a table and enjoyed the powerful feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot being eaten by another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty, already being fucked by Durgesh.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sales Beauty’s tongue licked as much of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it possibly could, while her mouth did the sucking.
Sāimah Aslam closed her eyes and enjoyed the lesbian sensation.
Being with another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had never been a fantasy of hers, but she understood the appeal.
Her hands reached down and rubbed Ilāhī Altamash’s soft hair as Sāimah Aslam reached an intense orgasm.*
Later that afternoon.
Sāimah Aslam poured a cup of juice from the refrigerator and quickly drank it to cool off from the hot day.
Her mind was still a whirlwind from her first lesbian encounter, and from the intense orgasm.
She stood in the kitchen counter replaying the entire experience in her head; Ilāhī Altamash on her knees performing oral sex, the roles reversing with Sāimah Aslam on her knees returning the favor, and the two of them passionately making out.
The front door opened as I arrived home.
I was dressed in my athletic clothing, carrying my gym bag.
By the look on my face, she could tell I had just gotten laid.
“You seem relaxed,” she smiled. “After a workout you usually come home exhausted and grumpy.”
“Oh, well I was just unwinding with some friends. We had a great time together.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“And what’s your excuse?” I asked playfully. “You’re almost glowing. I’ve never seen you like this after work. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you usually come in work mode.”
“Yeah, work mode. You’re usually still uptight and ready to give orders. I don’t want to say bossy, but I can tell you’ve been managing people all day.”
Sāimah Aslam took another sip of juice.
“I guess I have the same excuse as you. I made a new friend and we had a great time together. She’s really taught me something important in life.”
“Well, your new friend sounds awesome.”
“Oh come on, I’m not that uptight after work, am I? But anyway, this is the new me. Maybe you’ll be seeing it a lot more often.”
“Perfect,” I winked. “You’ve got a beautiful smile and I love seeing you happy. I better go shower now. I’ve been covered in sweat for a while.”
“I know the feeling,” Sāimah Aslam winked back. “Dinner will be ready soon. I’m making your favorite.”*
Early the next morning.
Sāimah Aslam sat in front of her dresser wearing her bra & panties as she prepared for work.
Extra attention was given to her makeup and hair.
It looked as though Sāimah Aslam was getting ready for a special event, but it was for me.
While she finished applying her makeup, all she could think about was Ilāhī Altamash’s advice.
It was almost a sleepless night for her.
Sāimah Aslam imagined a thousand different ways which this could end.
Some of her thoughts ended with me being utterly disgusted with her.
Other fantasies ended with I sweeping her off her feet to kiss the moment she offered her body.
The butterflies in her stomach were becoming overwhelming.
Once she finished with her appearance, she stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom to examine herself.
Ilāhī Altamash had given her a new outfit to wear.
It was similar to the other undergarments, except it was even thinner, and even more see-through.
She looked herself over and was satisfied with what she saw.
She looked classy & sexy at the same time.
Her nipples & labia were clearly visible through the ultra-thin fabric.
Her crotch was freshly shaven.
After a very deep breath, Sāimah Aslam put on a silk robe and headed down the stairs.*
I was in the kitchen grabbing breakfast.
Before I could say ‘hello’, Sāimah Aslam grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to the living room.
“There’s something we need to talk about,” she said before having me sit.
Sāimah Aslam stood in her robe while I sat on the couch.
“What’s going on?” I asked with a puzzled expression. “You seem so tense this morning.”
She took another deep breath.
“There’s no other way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt. I know you’ve been having a sexual relationship with Zubaydah Ibrāhīm, your professor.”
“I don’t know what to say…It was just something that happened.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I understand that you’re a healthy young man with a wealth of sexual feelings. It’s none of my business who you’re sleeping with, but I don’t think she’s right for you.”
“You don’t have to explain this to me,” I replied. “I know that you and Zubaydah Ibrāhīm have never gotten along. She talks about you sometimes and it’s obvious that she was only interested in me because I’m your Muħsin, Benefactor. I know I shouldn’t have done anything with her, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry Sāimah Aslam.”
“Don’t be sorry. And thank you for being honest with me.”
“So now what?”
She took one final deep breath.
“Look, I know that most young men prefer older Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties. So I want you to know that there are other options available to you. If you agree to stop seeing Zubaydah Ibrāhīm, I would be happy to take her place.”
“Are you…Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked in utter disbelief.
Sāimah Aslam untied her silk robe and let it fall to the floor.
She stood in front of me wearing a completely see-through bra & panties.
She stood there as if Sāimah Aslam were modeling herself for me.
“Does this look serious enough for you?” Sāimah Aslam asked. “I’m more than willing to replace Zubaydah Ibrāhīm as your sexual partner. All you have to do is agree.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this, Sāimah Aslam. I never thought it would actually happen though. I’ve always assumed it was some fantasy that I had.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” I nodded.
Sāimah Aslam got down on her knees as if Sāimah Aslam was doing a solemn duty.
Sāimah Aslam was in ‘work mode’ when Sāimah Aslam grabbed My shorts and pulled them off me.
She then pulled off my underwear leaving me naked from the waist down.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was flaccid at first, but it quickly grew once her hands began to rub it.
Her eyes admired the way it looked as
Sāimah Aslam continued to caress my manhood.
Before long it became stiff and it almost grew to its full size.
“You’ve grown,” she said, looking me in the eyes for the first time since undressing me.
“Thanks. I still can’t believe this is happening,” I replied in disbelief & excitement.
“Neither can I. But it’s for the best, don’t you think?”
Before I could answer, Sāimah Aslam leaned down and gave the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund a soft kiss.
It was followed by another kiss and another.
She planted kisses all over the swollen head and down the hard shaft of my erect Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moaned, which only encouraged her ashvinātam actions.
She knew Sāimah Aslam was pleasing me, and she loved it.
The kisses on my Uncut Hindu Lund became harder and even more frequent, until every inch of my Uncut Hindu Lund had been touched by her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī red crimson ardent Musalmān lips.
Next came her tongue.
She stuck her tongue out and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund around the head in a swirling motion.
Then she licked my Uncut Hindu Lund from the bottom of the base, up to the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund as if Sāimah Aslam were painting it.
It was first phase of sex techniques that Ilāhī Altamash had taught her.
“So how am I doing?” Sāimah Aslam asked jokingly. “Better than you expected?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, yeah. It’s going better than I expected.”
“Better than Zubaydah Ibrāhīm?” Sāimah Aslam winked.
“Hmmm…I’m not sure yet. We’ve only started. I’ll have to see how you continue to perform.”
“That can be arranged.”
Without hesitation, Sāimah Aslam took My Hindu Uncut Hindu Lund inside of her mouth.
She took it in as far as it could go and she began to suck.
It nearly touched her throat and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were sealed.
Her suction was air tight.
Her head slowly began to bob up and down while I moaned.
Her hands continued caressing the base of My Uncut Hindu Lund along with my balls.
When she picked up speed, the once quiet room filled with lewd slurping sounds made from
her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink ardent Musalmān mouth.
My eyes were in awe of how my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me, sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund, and the feeling I got was even more sensational.
She suddenly stopped and took it out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink ardent Musalmān mouth.
“So what do you think now? Do I give a better blowjob than Zubaydah Ibrāhīm?”
“Better than Zubaydah Ibrāhīm? That was better than any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty I’ve ever had in my recent life. You’re fucking amazing, Sāimah Aslam.”
“Good answer, or else I might have canceled our deal.”
Sāimah Aslam winked at me and returned to sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Sāimah Aslam worked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink ardent Musalmān mouth with even more intensity and vigor.
For my part, I just laid back watching my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me, do to me what I wanted.
It wasn’t long until my body nearly reached climax.
“Eīshān, I’m going to cum in a minute,” I grunted.
She took my Uncut Hindu Lund out.
“Well, unfortunately you don’t get to cum yet. Not until you’ve been inside me. It wouldn’t be fair if you were the only one who got physically stimulated. Don’t you agree?”
A grin appeared on my face.
“From now on, I’ll always agree with whatever you have to say, in this matter.”
She stood up and removed her panties, leaving her naked except for a thin bra.
I stayed sitting as my eyes roamed her scantily clad figure.
Sāimah Aslam playfully wiggled her hips before getting on top of me.
She pressed the full weight of her body on my thighs and we were face-to-face.
We smiled at each other and she brought herself even closer to me.
She lifted her body with her legs and positioned her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot over my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Are you sure you want this?” Sāimah Aslam asked, hovering over me. “Our relationship will never be the same once you enter me.”
“Sāimah Aslam, I’m sure.”
With that said, Sāimah Aslam lowered herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The hard Uncut Hindu Lund slid right in because of how wet we both were, with my Hindu erection was covered in saliva, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was dripping wet with her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot fluids.
Our faces were a few short inches apart and she began to ride me.
Sāimah Aslam’s hands began to rub My upper body before wrapping themselves behind my neck for a tighter grip.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty held onto me, and she thrust herself even harder, almost lunging at me.
Never before had she been so aroused and overwhelmed with lust.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt like it was on fire and it was gushing fluids.
Her hands almost became suffocating the way they were wrapped around the back of my neck.
Sāimah Aslam’s thrusting became harder and more forceful.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was buried deep inside of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot which gave her a sexual high.
Every so often Sāimah Aslam would clench her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot muscles to increase the sexual pleasure both of us felt.
She loved seeing my facial expressions change with each clench.
My eyes would be open, then closed.
My mouth would gasp, then I would clench my teeth.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Sāimah Aslam….” I groaned. “I’m about to cum.”
Sāimah Aslam released the tight grip the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty had on me, and instead used her hands to loving caress my hair.
“It’s okay, you can cum now,” Sāimah Aslam panted. “I want you to do it. Cum in me.”
My moan seemed never ending as my Uncut Hindu Lund erupted inside of my Aħsānmand, indebted and grateful to me,’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
We held each other close as Sāimah Aslam continued to ride me while clenching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to increase the pleasure I felt.
Sāimah Aslam rode me until I was completely drained and every drop of my Hindu cum that I produced was inside of her warm extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
When it was over, both of us just looked each other in the eyes, completely in awe of what we had just done.
Sāimah Aslam was still sitting on my lap, and my Uncut Hindu Lund was still inside of her as it became semi flaccid.
Sāimah Aslam leaned down, and for the first time, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī red crimson ardent Musalmān lips touched mine.
We kissed each other softly, which was followed by more kisses.
She then licked my lips before moving back to look at me.
“Better than you expected?” Sāimah Aslam asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Much much better,” I smiled.
“Nice answer. You’ve always been a real charmer.”
“Eīshān, God, I’ve never been worn out by a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty like that before in my recent life. I don’t think I can even walk right now.”
“Well, you better get used to it, mister,” she said, planting another kiss on my lips. “You’ve set a high bar and I expect you to live up to that performance.”
“Yes ma’am. After a few hours rest, I’ll be ready to go again by tonight. Believe me, I’m looking forward to it.”
“Tonight? I need you ready in a couple of minutes. You aren’t the only one who desperately needs to cum. Fair is fair.”
“Aren’t you going to be late for work?” I asked playfully.
“I’ll have to call them to let them know I’ll be a little late. Morning sex is a great way for any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty to start the day.”
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