Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat back in the green swivel chair and contemplated her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, across her favorite desk.
Her Abbū had a dream to be the Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Islamic World.
But whereas Mustafa Kemal Atatürk was practical, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was utopian more than practical.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not understand that the Musalmīn were never democratic practically except when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn were alive.
Maybe Abū Sufyān had embraced Islam ultimately sincerely after the victory of Mecca.
Yet, his ‘crown prince’, his Walī Åhad, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah bin Abū Sufyān, never forgot he was the crown prince of Mecca before Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam conquered Mecca.
He was never democratic, nor as sincere to Islam as Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was almost always in a state of high enthusiasm.
He had congratulated his daughter profusely, abundantly.
She had fulfilled his dream in Saudi Arabia.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had ignored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had revenged her for betraying her father.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never listened to her Ammī.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to explain to her daughter,
“Your Abbū is a bloody terrorist. He is a munāfiq, a Pseudo Musalmān. I punished him for his munāfiqat, his pseudo Īmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“And I punished you for your insincerity to my Abbū as his wife. I can please Durgesh more, sexually, than you can. I’ve successfully replaced you in his life.”
“Because you are thirty two years younger than Durgesh?” Nafīsah Salmān, her Ammī, had smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan realized once again she owed her cunningness to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, she detested so much.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, wasn’t cunning at all.
He was a utopian idealist Musalmān.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost close sister.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was happy that Tawaħīd Bājī was too not less cunning than herself or their Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
What a great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not deny her own immense Musalmān beauty was due to her Ammī’s incredible eternal Musalmān beauty.
Nafīsah Salmān knew very well how to maintain her magical magnificent figure.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had congratulated her younger sister too.
She had happily recounted the details of her airplane trip down from Ved Nagar, accompanied by the Secret Service commando who had shown at Ålīgarh Muslim University a week ago.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had reported proudly that every passenger aboard was absorbed in a newspaper or weekly magazine filled with pictures of Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had recounted the excitement of her ride in the President House limousine too, of the photographers who had surrounded her outside the Al Ajm lobby, of her rescue.
Momentarily muted by her first visit to the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Office, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had then wanted to know everything about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan happily led her Tawaħīd Bājī on a tour of the Presidential House, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Manzil, pointing out the historical curiosities about which Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had learned and dreamed of ever since she understood why Durgesh was so loved and so admired by even his enemies.
Even Durgesh’s enemies wanted to be what Durgesh was today.
Yet they only wanted to be Durgesh.
It was their fantasy only.
They only fantasized to be Durgesh.
They never were serious about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was serious about it.
She studied gravely, deeply, profoundly, what Durgesh always cared for and his opponents never did, even though they were always jealous of Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always watched Durgesh fucking her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
She wanted to know what her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, lacked and Durgesh doesn’t that her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, left her Abbū for Durgesh.
She found Durgesh loved animal wild sex similarly as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, did.
Her Abbū hated animal wild sex.
It was the first reason her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, preferred Durgesh on her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
When having sex with each other, her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, and Durgesh, both were not even human.
They were entirely unashamed beasts, surrendered to their ever wild animal lust, without caring anything else whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her otherwise ever sophisticated Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was so horniest the female beast.
Durgesh was so horniest male beast.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided to have Durgesh for herself too.
Yes, Durgesh was thirty two years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were also even far more elder than Ummil Mominīn, Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
She was surprised by my firm tone, but always welcomed our conversations.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, we need to talk!”
For over ten year now it was just Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, her fifty five years old Hindu friend of her husband, Durgesh, and her nineteen-year old daughter Sādiyah Raħīm.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape.
Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure… Her ample bosom hadn’t sagged even a little.
Even forty years couldn’t do that.
Her skin showed no signs of age.
She could still turn heads if she wanted to.
I had not seen my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, in anything form-flattering since the old man, my friend, Muħammad Raħīm, was around.
At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats.
Mostly green, or on a daring day, for her, I sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra.
Though I thought that might have been Sādiyah Raħīm’s on a laundry day.
An occasional glimpse of the beautiful Musalmān cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full exquisite female Musalmān figure.
Her chest never revealed even some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed Musalmān woman.
Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well.
And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from bold Hindus and she could truly catch my eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly.
The pumping motion often made me wish that her swaying Musalmān breasts would one day spill over the top of her almost transparent bra.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been a middle-management secretary back in the day.
Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing idiot of a boss.
She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for “appreciation day.”
After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under my desk than in front of it.
The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk.
She sometimes daydreamed that if my remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag me into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors.
She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court.
Her boss merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.
For the past ten years, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had become a stay at home Ammī for her children.
She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity.
I was, beside the Mayor of Ved Nagar, a web designer and programmer.
I spent countless hours online and on porn sites to know how to make and use them positively.
I dreamed-up various positive scenarios on my laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun.
After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, I would “run one off” and then hunker down for another day.
I had never been a jock.
Though my upscale, early life had afforded me rich-man privileges. I surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house.
I took riding lessons and belonged to a posh club.
This however was long ago.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s wealthy husband had left them with nothing but bills.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn won custody of a beachfront home they could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors.
In came the dot.com.
Boom and soon, my dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace.
I was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer Sādiyah Raħīm from a community college to a “big-name” Pac-10 school.
Their life was suddenly golden and the family adored me.
I was classically handsome in this “Hollywood” town.
With dark hair and warm black eyes I always got an offer or a look, every now and then.
When I sat my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, down for our “talk”, I had already steeled my nerves with a little juice and had worked my diabolical scheme online for weeks.
In my mind, all my money went into this home and to Sādiyah Raħīm and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn.
I believed I could easily be on my own, living the high-life.
Instead, every day was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more.
The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I began, “it’s time for some changes. You and Sādiyah Raħīm have to start doing more around here.”
“Well of course Durgesh, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” This was the only way Åāliyah Kamāluddīn knew how to answer.
She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse.
Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders.
Her family was European Årabian and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes.
She was content to remain invisible and anonymous.
Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined.
Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s tanned legs showed her toned calves and thick quads.
And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot.
These Åāliyah Kamāluddīn-Durgesh talks always lifted her spirits.
She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa.
She looked directly into my eyes.
It was good to see me taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see me assert myself more.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had taken on the role of the facilitator and always tried to ease family friction.
No sense beating around the bush.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, frankly I’m horny. I’m not getting enough sex in this home, and I want to make some changes, here.”
She was surprised at that, naturally.
And coming from her husband’s ever best friend, even if I was the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I tried again, “I’m going to change the dynamics here.”
She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern.
She tried her best to discern my intent.
“Do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have more beautiful Musalmān girlfriends over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That’s fine, you’re a Hindu, I understand.”
This just tended to infuriate me.
And now anger was increasing moreover.
“Yes, sex, that’s it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!”
My face reddening as I rose and paced the room ominously.
My ego grew with each repressed desire.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was flustered and not quite comprehending.
“Durgesh, it’s late, Sādiyah Raħīm’s staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I’ll ride over to my friend, Lailā’s.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn rose to leave and as she tried to pass, I grabbed her wrist and said,
“You don’t get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you.” I blurted it out and liked the way it sounded.
Then I roughly pulled her back onto the couch.
She was just catching up with my last words, ..
“I want it from you.”
Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. “Durgesh, are you crazy? I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān!”
Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared.
I sat on top of her to plant her in her place.
Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions.
Her strong gams kicked at me as her sandals flew across the living room.
Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on my conception of things and she felt my Hindu manhood begin to swell.
The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy!
I pushed her sweaty, disheveled excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body into the cushions and figured my next move.
It was now or never and I had already gone too far to stop.
Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started.
Allah, Allah, Nooooooooooooooo!
Yes, she had lost her mind while flirting with Durgesh.
But not sex!
She teased Durgesh, seduced Durgesh, but it was only a tease.
She wasn’t prepared even to have sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She shrieked in my face and tried to heave me off her.
I was sitting on her belly, my left hand clasping both her wrists and my right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs.
“You grab my Uncut Hindu Penis every now and then, don’t you? You play with it and suck it every night when you think it’s safe and I’m sound asleep. You even undress me yourself then, undress yourself too, straddle me and fuck me almost entire night. Don’t you?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was dumbfounded.
“You, you were never asleep? You, you were always wide-awake?”
“What do you think? Aren’t you one of the utmost beautiful Musalmān wives my Musalmān friends have and always crazy for me? You are already enjoying the ultimate pleasure with me, while I always suppress my feelings for you.”
“I, I’m sorry. I was fed up, frustrated actually.”
“What the hell do you mean, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn?”
“I needed such videos to show to my husband.”
I was startled.
“He always refuses me to straddle him. He doesn’t have sex with me properly. I boasted to him that even you let me straddle yourself. He didn’t believe and laughed at me.”
“Your ever righteous Musalmān friend challenged me to make our videos and show them to him, if you really allow me to straddle you.”
“And you did it? Are you crazy?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn blazed at me suddenly,
“Shut up, you damn fool. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful, is crazy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Not me aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”*
I watched her incredulously.
“So, you prepared our videos yourself and gave him?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said disinterested, “I only had to agree. He himself made entire arrangements.”
“And do you know what he is doing with those videos of us? He is using them to make our adult movies. You are now a wonderful, one of the utmost successful porn stars, with me.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wasn’t startled.
She wasn’t dumbfounded.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
“And my husband himself is doing it?”
“That’s what I wanted.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
“I told him he is a pimp, not any sophisticated person. And now he himself has proved it.”
“Are you crazy? He is selling our porn videos.”
“He isn’t alone,”
“What do you mean?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made Pseudo Musalmīn either to surrender to their cuckolding to their beautiful Musalmān womankind and you, or leave Modern Democratic Årabia and live the vagabond life of a refugee.”
“That’s the exact punishment the terrorists, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has decided even not let them unite anywhere. Their unity has always proved harmful to humanity.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, but…”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn mused.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right.”
“Not always.” I said disapprovingly, “No one is always right except Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Allah, God. Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, you are a Musalmān lady. You can’t appreciate anyone beyond a limit. Alhamdulillah. Y’ ék ittamu sŧuhi. Mā chidanyasvishansat sakhāyo mā rishañyat.”*
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She has spread so many white lies about my unique legendary sexual prowess that almost entire Musalmān houseladies believed if they hadn’t have sex with me ever, they haven’t enjoyed even their life optimum as a woman.
My Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t the biggest one, neither the monster as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever cunning, ever shrewdest, ever smart, ever preplanned untrue Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread the white lie everywhere.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I gritted my teeth, “Stop spreading white lies about my ever incredible unique legendary sexual prowess.”
“Am I harming you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed straddling me aggressively as usual.
“Not me, and don’t try to bribe me by straddling me aggressively every when I want to talk with you on some grave matter.”
“It’s bribery?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked into my eyes seductively, “It isn’t my ever exclusive wifely love for my ever sexiest Hindu husband?”
“Why do you and your ever obedient Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread white lies about my Uncut Hindu Penis? You and your entire Young Musalmān lady Brigade know with your own constant experiences that I don’t have the biggest penis…”
“Who the hell is interested in the damn biggest penis? They want only to experience the thrill of having sex with the utmost sexiest Hindu.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,”
“A large number of them want to have only the ultimate intimacy with you, to feel the pride of it their entire life. They damn care about the truthfulness of the fantastic stories we spread of your ever miraculous sexual prowess. They live in dreams. They want to keep living in dreams. They never want to come out of it. That’s the tragedy of not only us womankind, but of us entire humankind as well.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, Durgesh.” Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī smiled gravely at me.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ultimately, we had a family reunion, of sorts, in northern Vermont.
HVSI had rented out for me an entire wing of a small Inn nestled on the slope of a plush green mountain.
Most of the family arrived on Friday night.
My stepson, Nādir Shāh Durrānī, tried to keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm up to date on who was there and who wasn’t, but even he got lost in some of the names.
All in all, there were over 20 people there, all related in one way or another.
The proprietor had closed down one wing and more people showed up than we had booked!!
It seemed that two cousins had the same name and as a result, we were a room short!
Nādir Shāh Durrānī asked Mubīnah Ǻzīm if Mubīnah Ǻzīm minded me sleeping in the spare bed in their room.
Naturally, it was not a problem at all.
The cousin, Bābar Saåīd, thanked us profusely and I moved my suitcases into their room.
A roaring fire burned brightly in the stone fireplace erasing the early chill of a Vermont evening.
With Bābar Saåīd at the piano, and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s cousin, Ħamīdah Ashraf, leading the singing, we all sang Kishore Kumar songs.
We shared some more wine, except me, naturally, and by the time 1:00am rolled around, we were ready to stumble up the old creaking stairway to our respective rooms.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was horny.
She giggled, groped, and grabbed Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s sweet ass all the way up the stairs, only to disappointingly remember that they weren’t alone.
It was cool in the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples hardened up right away.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī slid into bed behind Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
She spooned his body to hers carefully resting his palm on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm let it rest there.
However, soon Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt the hardness of his cock in her back as his hand softly and slowly massaged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit.
It was a miracle as Mubīnah Ǻzīm never found her husband’s cut Musalmān noonī so erect before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm couldn’t decide.
I lay 5 feet behind Mubīnah Ǻzīm, in the other double bed.
There was nothing Mubīnah Ǻzīm and her husband, Nādirshāh Durrānī, could do.
Or could they?
Mubīnah Ǻzīm took his hand and grabbed his index finger with her lips.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked his finger as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked his cut Musalmān noonī so many times before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm licked the tip with her long, pink tongue and then slowly pushed the whole finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Nādirshāh Durrānī groaned.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm continued her gyrations and could feel the entire length of his cut Musalmān noonī continuing to slide against Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nightie, pressing against Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s butt crack.
His cut Musalmān noonī was pulsating already.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī loved to watch Mubīnah Ǻzīm play with herself.
Therefore, while his hands were on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s, Mubīnah Ǻzīm squeezed her juicy tits together, being careful to make him feel that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was squeezing each nipple too.
And that was when Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt it.
Actually, she heard it first.
A groan from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s husband, followed by a wetness on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ass.
Nādirshāh Durrānī had reached his climax and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was just getting started!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt his hard cut Musalmān noonī go soft in seconds.
Well, it wasn’t anything new.
It happened almost every time.
After HVSI’s never before Psychological Revolution it started to happen more and more frequently.
Was it really Infinite BrāhmKalp now?
He had to finish Mubīnah Ǻzīm off … he had too, but then he said “ohhh honey, thanks sooooooo much.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī rolled over away from Mubīnah Ǻzīm and before Mubīnah Ǻzīm could say, “Hey, you left a wet spot on the bed, you jerk,” he was asleep.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rolled out of bed and made her way down the hall to the woman’s community bathroom.
There were several towels.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm took two of them, one to dry herself off with, and the other to put down on the bed to lie on.*
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm returned, there were two men quietly sleeping away.
Since they were asleep, Mubīnah Ǻzīm decided to just quickly change into another nightie.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to get the cum soaked one off quickly.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
Suddenly she realized from the mirror that there was a lot of light streaming in from the street through the window and onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought about being modest and realized that the cum on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back was beginning to get cold from the cool air.
We, both the men in the room, were sound asleep.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly slipped the gown from her chest, hips, and dropped it to the floor.
All that was left was Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thong and damn! That was cum-wet, too!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thong joined Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s gown on the floor.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw herself in the mirror and though, Mubīnah Ǻzīm rarely looked at herself, she had to stop and take a look.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cupped her exquisite Musalmān breasts with her hands and hefted them.
They hung a little longer than most women Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s age, but they were also fuller with silver dollar sized nipples that pointed forward and hardened at a moment’s notice.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought to herself that they were every 9th grade boys dream, big and cuddly.
Unfortunately, with the exception of Nādirshāh Durrānī, most college and post college guys Mubīnah Ǻzīm dated had the mentality of a 9th grade boy!
Through the years, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had been lucky enough to cum just from a guy sucking them!
Thankfully, Mubīnah Ǻzīm met a nice, caring and understanding guy like Nādirshāh Durrānī who loved to suck her tit!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands flowed down from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s stomach and down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thighs and finally around to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved her firm gorgeous Musalmān ass.
She was very much proud of it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts got a grade of B, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass got an A+!!
Jogging, field hockey, softball, and basketball all pay off in a nice trim and firm female Musalmān ass.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bent over to get some new undies and gown from her suitcase, when Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought she heard a groan.
Maybe it was a moan.
Maybe it was a grunt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly got her undies and new nightie on and jumped into bed.
Damn! That wet spot was now freezing cold!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached down to the floor, found the towel and got it under her.
It was rough on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin.
In frustration, Mubīnah Ǻzīm elbowed Nādirshāh Durrānī in the back.
He barely felt it.
First, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still hadn’t climaxed and second, Mubīnah Ǻzīm was left with the mess!
A few minutes later, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes drooped and Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to nod off to sleep.
Out of the corner of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eye, I got out of bed and went down the hallway to the community bathroom.
I came back with a towel.*
Mubīnah Ǻzīm awoke to the bright sun, shining through their east window, onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could hear kids laughing outside and quickly realized that Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s husband, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and I were gone.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm remembered that we were fishing in one of Vermont’s finest lakes for some fish that will be too small to keep!
Actually, I had claimed to catch a rather large bass here last year.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay on her back, Mubīnah Ǻzīm allowed her fingers to slide down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tummy and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s pubic hair to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s rapidly juicing extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s slender finger found her protruding clit and slowly worked it back and forth.
Ahhhhhhhhh, now that feels good.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked it a little faster while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand found her tit and already hard nipple.
She needed the release.
To get this, all Mubīnah Ǻzīm needed was a warm tongue, why not Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s own?, on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipple and a moving finger on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand continued its gentle rubbing, back and forth, up and down.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm closed her eyes and envisioned herself kneeling before Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s throbbing cock.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips part and Mubīnah Ǻzīm take the velvety head into her mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tongue encircled the rim of the head and suck hard.
In Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fantasy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could smell his sweat and hear his panting.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands wrapped around his hips.
They squeezed his ass cheeks pulling his cock deeper into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth forcing the head down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s throat.
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm got horny like this, Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved to suck cock.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved to drink cum.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fantasy continued in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mind, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin moving back down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, pulling them apart.
A moan escaped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips as she pushed two fingers deep into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tunnel was wet and hot, soaking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could feel the tension welling up inside her, preparing to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm needed to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest heaved with anticipation as Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand plunged deep and hard into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand frigged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit.
Another moan left Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips and wafted up into the air.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand continued its assault on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm brought Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand up to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s wobbly tit and lifted it to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth, sucking in the dark, hard nipple.
“Mmmm – that feels soo good! Release isn’t far away, now … ” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought.
The vision of Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s pulsating cock preparing to pump sweet cum down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s throat filled Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mind.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breathing intensified as Mubīnah Ǻzīm prepared to have Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy squirt Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s juices all over Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand.
There was a gentle knock at the door.
“Oh shit!” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought.*
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled the covers up over Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body covering Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm could not disguise Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breathing.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was still breathing hard.
“Who is it?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out.
“Oh, it’s just me,” called out I. “Do you want me to come back later?”
“Uhhhh, no, that is fine. I’m just not dressed, yet..”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard me chuckle through the door and say, “I certainly don’t mind.”
“You Hindu scoundrel!” Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out with a laugh. “Then come on in!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm realized too late that Mubīnah Ǻzīm had pulled the covers to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bed much too tight showing the full outline of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts still heaved as I entered.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was so horny and so close to cumming.
Looking at me, Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw an older man, perhaps 60 plus, in solid shape with a broad chest.
I was certainly Nādirshāh Durrānī’s father in every way.
I knew that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was looking at me in 25 years.
I looked around gravely for some clothes.
I wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but was looking for a T-shirt as it was warming up outside.
I found one, quickly whipped off my sweatshirt and pulled on my T-shirt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm remembered thinking that if Nādirshāh Durrānī lookd like this at 60+, he won’t be doing too bad!
My chest hair was thicker than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s was and actually, my tight biceps and chest looked like someone much younger.
My face was just exceedingly handsome.
Then Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled too in response.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched me take in another long look at her as I left the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay back down but realized that she’d better get up and get some breakfast before the morning was gone and so was the pancakes!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly put on new panties and a bra and decided to clean up the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm picked up the clothes from the previous night and found a towel on the floor.
It was crusted with old cum.
“Geez” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought, “I didn’t think Nādirshāh Durrānī climaxed this much last night.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm put the towel in the towel basket and found another by the other side of the bed, this one had much less cum and then the clincher … a third towel that Mubīnah Ǻzīm had used to lay on had very little cum on it.
Three towels, all with cum, and one of them with a lot of cum.
“It seems that Nādirshāh Durrānī enjoyed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s show last night,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm muttered to herself.
She felt a dampening in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī knocked and walked in.
He loved seeing Mubīnah Ǻzīm in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s panties and bra and Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see the tent that Mubīnah Ǻzīm created in his pants.
Despite his groping and desire to “fuck right there and then,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm decided that Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t going to be waiting around for him to please her.
He had missed his opportunity.
Had he come in when Mubīnah Ǻzīm did, Mubīnah Ǻzīm would have been in a state to say “no Thank you.”
For now, Mubīnah Ǻzīm brushed his hands away from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hips, kissed him gently on the lips and quickly got dressed.
Nādirshāh Durrānī joined Mubīnah Ǻzīm for breakfast.
They ate in the dining room that served about 50 people.
There seemed to be people everywhere, and they all knew each other.
Nādirshāh Durrānī wandered off with Ǻbdul Waħīd, a cousin he knew from Rhode Island, to the Frisbee toss outside.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm promised to join them after Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s pancakes.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm was stuffing Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s 3rd and last pancake into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth, Shaguftah Ǻejāz, Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s cousin from Boston sat down in front Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Finally, someone Mubīnah Ǻzīm knew!
Shaguftah Ǻejāz was over 35 and had started her family late.
She had a cute short haircut that puffed in the front.
Her smile was infectious and Mubīnah Ǻzīm knew from other times Mubīnah Ǻzīm had met her, she was a no nonsense, straight forward Musalmān woman.
She had her 10 month old baby, named Akbar with her.
He was cute with pudgy cheeks and chubby fingers.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hadn’t always loved babies, but this one was cute.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted one of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s own.
One of the reasons Akbar was so plump was Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s constant nursing of him.
She called it “on demand” and to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s way of thinking; it was the right way to go.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz wasn’t always discreet when she nursed, but she was doing the right thing and had her priorities right.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at her, Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed that she had lost most, if not all, of her baby weight and her breasts were still huge from nursing giving her body a Barbie like proportion.
“Mind if I?” she asked pointing to her tit.
“No, go right ahead, I’m kind of curious,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm replied.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched as she leaned Akbar across her lap and lifted her T-shirt and cowl neck shirt to give Akbar his milk.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth dropped open as he clamped onto the biggest, thickest nipple Mubīnah Ǻzīm had ever seen.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz must have noticed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s surprise and leaned forward to her,
“I know, they are huge. The thing is, my breasts are huge and so are my nipples. It’s amazing what your body can do! They weren’t like this before babies and now I’m at least two bra sizes bigger than normal. I’m even bigger now than when I nursed Åāyeshah.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t sure what to say.
“Well, Premendr must love them.”
“I think it is what he loves most about kids!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was confused and she could tell.
“He loves their size and weight and especially what is in them!”
Moreover, she chuckled again.
“Is it true what they say about sexual climaxes while nursing?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked.
She glanced around and after a moment, her eyes looked right into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I nurse this little guy here 4 to 5 times a day and at least twice a day, I have these nice little orgasms. You know the kind, they go right down between your legs and cause a tingle.” She smiled again and leaned toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm. “But about 3 times a week, my breasts need a good hard suck so that I don’t get breast infections.” She paused to let it sink in that Premendr sucked her tits 3 times a week.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and then Shaguftah Ǻejāz continued,
“When he does that with just a little stimulus, I have an earth shattering, bed soaking orgasm that is incredible.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt a tingle between Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
By now, mostly everyone had left the dining area.
Old Uncle Rafīq was at the other end of the room discussing the hunting season with anyone who would listen.
“Oh shit!” cursed Shaguftah Ǻejāz looking down at her chest.
Akbar was sleeping after having sucked on Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s right tit and now her left tit was “leaking” right through her shirt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm offered some napkins, but she gave me a look that told Mubīnah Ǻzīm a few napkins wasn’t going to help.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm accompanied her to the women’s bathroom that fortunately had a changing table next to the sink.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm put a blanket on the table.
She put sleeping Akbar on the table and strapped him in.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought she was kind of rough with him, but obviously, she knew her baby and he slept right through all of it.
“Will you just look at this??” she said with some irony and disgust.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked as she lifted her shirts up over her tits.
One tit was flatter or emptier than the other was.
The other, her left, was plump and full and seemed ready to burst.
She motioned for Mubīnah Ǻzīm to lock the door and Mubīnah Ǻzīm did.
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm got back, Shaguftah Ǻejāz had her hands around her left tit and was squeezing and pressing the milk down toward the large, dark brown nipple.
Some milk squirted out, but not like Mubīnah Ǻzīm had expected it to.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched fascinated, but Shaguftah Ǻejāz looked terribly frustrated.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I hate it when he falls asleep in the middle of nursing. Coming up here to this reunion threw his whole schedule off and now I’m engorged!”
“Is there something I can do?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked feeling rather helpless.
“Honestly?” she asked and Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I had to do this last night too and my hands are tired.” She hesitated “Can you squeeze for a few minutes?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and got closer.
Her breast looked like it was going to burst.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wrapped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s slender fingers around her tit and gently squeezed.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz closed her eyes, leaned toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm and whispered,
Mubīnah Ǻzīm squeezed harder and looked intensely at this beautiful tit in front of her.
The areola was dark brown, thick and covered the entire bottom of her tit leading to a nipple that was the size of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ring finger and the stuck out about an inch!
“Yes, that’s it, I can feel it letting down, don’t stop now, please.” Shaguftah Ǻejāz spread her legs for balance and leaned more forward to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Her nipple, brown and glistening with small amounts of creamy milk hung over the sink but right in front of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face as Mubīnah Ǻzīm continued to work her tit.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz put her left hand on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulder to steady herself as her head tilted back and her right hand rested on her hip.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Shaguftah Ǻejāz moaned lightly, “that’s it, but it needs more.”
Her left hand guided Mubīnah Ǻzīm gently closer and closer, until Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips wrapped around her nipple and Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to suck, while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands continued to press and squeeze the milk down toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz caressed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair and softly spoke to her as if Mubīnah Ǻzīm was her child.
“Yes dear. That’s it. You’re doing fine, keep sucking.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced down and saw that she had unbuttoned her jeans and her hand was down between her legs frigging her clit.
“Yes,” she continued, “it’s coming to you.”
Then it came to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
A flood of milk entered Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth and it initially tasted acidic.
It wasn’t like the milk you buy in the grocery store, but then it got sweeter tasting and Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked harder.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz moaned.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked more and more.
It filled Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth and Mubīnah Ǻzīm gladly swallowed it.
Her fingers were furiously working between her legs while her other hand gently stroked and encouraged Mubīnah Ǻzīm to suck more and suck harder.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved the taste and Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked harder still.
In just a few minutes, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had emptied her entire tit.
“Please,” Shaguftah Ǻejāz begged in a whisper “suck the other one!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm didn’t hesitate and took her other nipple into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked it and was drawing milk from it, in less than a few seconds.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy quivered with excitement as Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt Shaguftah Ǻejāz reaching orgasm.
Her jeans dropped to the floor.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled her panties aside and plunged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers into her soaked, hot cunt.
Shoving two fingers deep, she let out a groan and then a gasp while she continued to frig her clit.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz shuddered.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand didn’t stop and neither did Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth as Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched her face flush.
“Allah! Oh God, YES!” She cried out and Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand get soaked with her cum like a pumping jet stream shooting.
At first Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought, Shaguftah Ǻejāz was peeing on her, but then the texture was different.
She groaned again and leaned on the sink for support of her weakened legs.
Opening her eyes, Shaguftah Ǻejāz stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face and brushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair from in front of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lifted her gooey fingers and for some reason, tasted them.
They tasted good.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz stared at Mubīnah Ǻzīm, while Mubīnah Ǻzīm licked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers clean.
“That was incredible. I’m so embarrassed, I just couldn’t resist! I don’t think I had ever cum that hard before. Now it is your turn, honey,” she said confidently. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was nervous as Shaguftah Ǻejāz reached out and lifted Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shirt and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra.
“Allah! My God, you have magnificent tits. They’re beautiful!!” Shaguftah Ǻejāz exclaimed.
She knelt on the floor and sucked them, licked them and Mubīnah Ǻzīm could feel her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy continue to get juicy.
There was a knock at the door and they both jumped like two kids getting caught smoking in the bathroom.
They quickly got their clothes together while an elderly voice floated into the women’s room.
“Is everything alright in there?” the elderly woman asked.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz called out before Mubīnah Ǻzīm had a chance to “Just a minute, we’ll be right out.”
Shaguftah Ǻejāz looked at Mubīnah Ǻzīm, the lust lost from her eyes, but not forgotten.
“I’m sorry, Mubīnah Ǻzīm; I can’t give you what you just gave me.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her tits as she finished putting her shirt on.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz kissed Mubīnah Ǻzīm on the cheek and squeezed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit through Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra.
“I’ll be right out” she said as Mubīnah Ǻzīm unlocked the door and headed out.
A few minutes later, Shaguftah Ǻejāz smiled at Mubīnah Ǻzīm as she plopped a wide-awake Akbar in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lap. “I don’t know where Åāyeshah is,” she mumbled slurping the last of her now cold cup of coffee. “I hope she is with Premendr,” and a smile crept over Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s face.
Her husband Premendr was great with kids.
He was the example that Mubīnah Ǻzīm used to show Nādir Shāh Durrānī that they should have kids.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī thought that their life was over as soon as they have kids.
“I know that a new life begins when you have kids and Premendr is a great example – he hated kids until he had one and now he loves kids!!”
Having watched Shaguftah Ǻejāz, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had a whole new perspective on having kids.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bounced Akbar on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lap and he giggled. “He’s sooooo cute” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said with a smile.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz smiled back. Never one to mince words, she said “Pregnant yet?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at her bluntness.
She was one of the “good” cousins.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm replied with equal bluntness,
“No, Nādirshāh Durrānī is still wearing rubber raincoats to bed! We discussed babies on the drive up. He is pretty dead set against kids.”
Shaguftah Ǻejāz saw something out the window and picked Akbar up, but before leaving, holding Akbar on her hip, she said “Better to have them when you are young and can chase them around! Don’t wait until you’re old like me!!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked out the window and saw Åāyeshah swinging happily on a swing set with her daddy pushing her. A few minutes later, Shaguftah Ǻejāz joined them.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat and thought about children.
If they had one, Nādir Shāh Durrānī would be a great daddy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just needed to get him over the hump of having one.
SATURDAY EVENING Dinner was a bore.
Nādirshāh Durrānī decided to spend some time with his Uncle Rafīq in the basement playing pool.
People got up from their spaghetti dinners leaving their dinner rolls half eaten and leaving Mubīnah Ǻzīm sitting looking for something to do.
Out of the corner of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eye, Mubīnah Ǻzīm caught me approaching her.
I sat beside Mubīnah Ǻzīm and we began with some pleasant discussion about what we had done during the afternoon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm had gone canoeing and had gotten soaked when they tipped over.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm laughed at that and watched my eyes casually roam Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t even wearing anything sexy, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed my eyes slow at Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest and legs.
Well, if I was going to look, Mubīnah Ǻzīm might as well show something!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was wearing a light cotton dress with a flower pattern and buttons from the bottom of the dress to the scoop neck.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra from Victoria Secrets pushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts together creating a nice long Musalmān cleavage.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wore a soft button up, white cotton sweater.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wore it on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulders as we talked.
My eyes travelled down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs and Mubīnah Ǻzīm crossed them, which caused the split up to the first button to open up giving me Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tanned thighs to gaze upon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm absent-mindedly played with that button, buttoning it and unbuttoning it as we chatted.
Soon, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand left that button, but left it unbuttoned and the sides split open more.
I could now see most of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s young beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was sure that if I tilted my head right, I could see Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s deep blue panties.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm allowed her hand to rest on the top of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thigh and scratched it and stroked it reaching higher and higher until Mubīnah Ǻzīm had reached the next button and pushed the dress up further on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
Now, I no longer had to tilt my head.
I just had to look.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled as several men made sure that they walked past her.
Mmmm, this attention felt soooo nice.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm uncrossed and re-crossed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs giving me an even better view, deliberately.
I didn’t hesitate and just enjoyed the view.
Why the hell should I hesitated, moreover?
Just to make sure I got to see all that I should see, Mubīnah Ǻzīm leaned forward and ran her fingers down from her knee to her ankle.
I kept talking as Mubīnah Ǻzīm did this and then brought Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ankle of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left leg up to the knee of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right … opening Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thighs as Mubīnah Ǻzīm went.
My eyes went wide and Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled inside.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced at my Hindu crotch and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was sure that I caught Mubīnah Ǻzīm looking, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm really didn’t care, my Hindu bulge was getting bigger and was extending down my pant leg.
I smiled at Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
“It really is a beautiful Saturday evening. What do you have planned with Nādir Shāh Durrānī?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced somewhat sideways at me and brushed the hair from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes.
“I don’t know, but since Nādirshāh Durrānī went off to play pool, I guess that I’m open.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I don’t know about you,” I said. *
Mubīnah Ǻzīm opened and closed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs again, “But, a nice sauna would certainly take the chill out my bones.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked about at the different people still in the dining hall.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand rubbed the edge of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress by Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts and lifted Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts giving me a nice view of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s expensive bra.
“That sounds like fun … just you and me?”
I wasn’t a damnfool enough to refuse her so nice open offer to me.
The Sālī was surely offering herself to me now tired of Nādirshāh Durrānī’s continuous incompetence.
I couldn’t blame Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
It was her natural need after all.
Nādirshāh Durrānī should have met it.
He was her husband after all.
Moreover, I wasn’t the only man available to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
If I had refused, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could have gone to someone else ultimately.
Then why someone else?
Why not myself?
“Sure, why not?” I said.
“Well, I’m shy about exposing my body to a bunch of people I really don’t know,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled coyly.
I looked Mubīnah Ǻzīm in the eyes and with a sincerity that just about broke Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s heart; I said.
“Oh honey, you have NOTHING to be shy about. You are a beautiful Musalmān woman!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and looked down.
“Okay, you win! When do you want to do the sauna?”
My crotch had continued to grow and seemed a lot bigger than it should.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and bent over to get her purse giving me a long look down the top of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stayed there so long, Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought her breasts would fall out!
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm got up, Mubīnah Ǻzīm helped herself up by putting her hand on my thigh and squeezing gently.
And Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw my Anant Muslimātchod everlastingly stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund jump under my pants.
The hour and a half that Mubīnah Ǻzīm waited for 9:00 seemed like an eternity.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm read her magazines in their room expecting me to show up to get into her bathing suit.
I never showed up.
So around 8:45, Mubīnah Ǻzīm stripped down and put on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini bathing suit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm had brought it to go into the pool but found out that there wasn’t an indoor pool after we arrived on Friday night.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wrapped herself up in her warm floor length robe and grabbed a few towels from the community bathroom before heading out to the sauna.
At the front desk Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked for directions to the sauna expecting that it was down in the basement, but instead the pretty girl behind the counter said it was 100 yards out in back of the Inn.
She also said that there were 3 saunas back there.
2 were in the same building and the other was another 15 or so yards beyond that.
She drew Mubīnah Ǻzīm a little map on a post-it note and off Mubīnah Ǻzīm went. She also recommended that Mubīnah Ǻzīm pour water over the rocks often and bring some gel to keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin soft.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at the gel and it seemed like a good idea.
It was only $3.95.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bought it!
Barefoot Mubīnah Ǻzīm made her way out the front door and around the side of the Inn.
It was an odd feeling.
The mountains loomed coolly in the distance with a wonderful backdrop of stars.
The cold air caused Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples to stand on end, but strangely, Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t all that cold.
Walking briskly through the frosty grass, Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly found the first building with the two saunas and quietly entered a dressing, or under-dressing area!
On Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right was the closest sauna door and it had a small window that Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced through and then stared through.
There were 3 partially nude people in there sweating profusely.
Suvrat, a cousin of Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s Mubīnah Ǻzīm had met earlier in the day, lay naked on a bench while his Musalmān wife was wearing a full swimsuit on another bench.
It looked like Almās, an aunt, was naked on a bench on the side, her boobs still erect challenged the Hindus present there.
The other sauna was dark and cold.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm opened the door to the second sauna and called for me, but I wasn’t there and it was cold.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm headed back out and continued in the dark to the last sauna.
This was a single unit with the controls on the outside and one door directly into the sauna.
On the outside were hooks for clothes and towels etc.
The light inside was off but Mubīnah Ǻzīm could tell the heat was on.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cracked the door and called in.
My voice came back like a frog croaking in the middle of the night,
“It’s me, I, Mubīnah Ǻzīm,”
“Yes, of course it is! Please, please come on in.”
“I can’t see anything and I don’t want to touch something and get burned,”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm tried to look around but the light outside the building had blinded her and the inside light was out.
“Sorry, the other sauna was either filled with cousins or broken and I thought you’d be more comfortable in a private sauna. The light is out and the heat is just starting, so you should be safe enough. Here, take my hand.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached out and found my hand in the dark. It was softer than Mubīnah Ǻzīm had expected, but I had a strong grip.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt my other arm wrap around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulders and pull Mubīnah Ǻzīm toward a second level bench.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to see things and noticed that there was a triple pane skylight and the stars shown through brightly.
Even so, it was still hard to see in the dim room.
I handed Mubīnah Ǻzīm a drink and told her a story about keeping hydrated while in a sauna.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled, thanked me and tasted the alcohol in the large glass.
It tasted good going down.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could already feel the juices start to flow between Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
I knew that the alcohol wouldn’t keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm hydrated, if anything, the dry heat would make the alcohol more effective!
I helped Mubīnah Ǻzīm take off Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s robe and Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay down some towels on the bench.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm still couldn’t see what I was wearing and with Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s third gulp of the drink, Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t sure if Mubīnah Ǻzīm was caring.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed that I was refilling her drink from a large thermos.
I offered Mubīnah Ǻzīm more, which Mubīnah Ǻzīm gladly took.
Now Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see the strong outlines of my muscular arms and chest.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm now knew that I had no shirt on.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and spoke softly.
“I brought some lotion to keep our skin supple. Want to try it? It is especially formulated for saunas and dry heat.”
It was starting to get hot in the sauna.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin began to produce little beads of sweat.
A nice cool lotion would feel good and it would be fun to continue Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s teasing and really give me something!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay down on the top bench and handed me the gel.
With the starlight, Mubīnah Ǻzīm was beginning to be able to see more clearly now as Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes finally adjusted.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rolled onto her side lazily, reached behind and unclasped her top.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard the bottle squirt and felt the cool gel like substance on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lower back.
My strong smooth hands stroked the gel into her skin and Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt like a princess.
Soon, I had both hands working the gel upwards to her shoulders.
I brushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair away and worked the gel into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s neck, back onto her shoulders and onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s arms where I stopped.
“What happened?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm whined. “That felt sooooooooo good.”
“Um,” I smiled. “Your back was done …”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm spread her legs.
“Durgesh, you haven’t even touched my legs, yet!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard another squirt and adjusted the towel under her head.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt my hands and fingers work Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s calves and around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s knees.
Halfway up her thighs, I stopped.
Softly, Mubīnah Ǻzīm said,
“Higher Durgesh, just a little higher,”
I stroked her thighs higher and along the sides.
Still softly, Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out.
“Durgesh, don’t tease me anymore, please! I won’t bite. If anyplace needs it, it is my thighs.”
Both my hands took one thigh at a time and stroked the gel onto the back of her thighs.
“Higher still, Durgesh,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm commanded calmly.
Each time my fingers touched Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm moaned, “Mmmmm.” I kept rubbing her legs and stroking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips more and more frequently.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm moaned quietly each time.
When I stopped again, Mubīnah Ǻzīm quietly spoke, “I think I need some on my front, now, can you help?”
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm said it, Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard me grunt.
Before I could answer, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had rolled over onto her back, carefully holding her top onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts but lying on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back Mubīnah Ǻzīm let it go so that they were barely covered.
“That felt sooooo nice, please do the front,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm pleaded.
I quickly went about my work starting with her shoulders and upper arms.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes adjusted and could see that I wore a bulky, boxer style brown bathing suit.
I worked under Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s neck and then skipped down to her stomach.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm closed her eyes while I worked the lotion into her shins and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s knees.
Again, I stopped at her beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm whispered encouragement.
“Yes, higher … no, don’t stop, higher please!”
When done, I wiped my hands on a towel.
Leaning up on one elbow, but holding her bikini top to her chest Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at me,
“Durgesh, that felt soooo good. Would you like me to rub some on your back or your legs or maybe on your chest?”
I sat on the bench with a smile.
The tent in my bulky shorts showed that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was having a nice effect on me.
“No, that’s alright” I said teasing her deliberately. “I’m fine.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Well, you missed a few spots and it felt so good that I want to make sure I have this nice gel all over my body.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm let her hand off Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini top and it fell to the bench revealing her tits.
I clearly did know what to do.
I took the gel and squirted some into her hands.
“Why don’t you watch a bit?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said with a wicked grin.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat up with Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back against the wall.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm placed her gel-covered hands over and around her sweating neck.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm moved them down and squirted more onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest and rubbed it into each tit.
I smiled as Mubīnah Ǻzīm did it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked right at me as Mubīnah Ǻzīm fondled her own tits, squeezing them, tugging them and finally pulling hard on her nipple.
Her areolas were magnificent in the dim light of the stars.
Looking down, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see them glistening. Mubīnah Ǻzīm squirted more gel into her hands and carefully hefted her tits stroking them over and over.
It felt great and she no longer cared who was in the room. Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples were now super sensitive and the direct connection between nipple and her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was fully engaged.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could hear my breathing intensify.
Yet Mubīnah Ǻzīm really didn’t care as her heart was racing.
I needed release from all the pent up attempts at release. Nothing was going to stop me this time.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked the gel all over her stomach carefully lifting Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini bottom and moving the waistband down lower and lower.
I was grave now.
Now Mubīnah Ǻzīm was getting curious about what I might have down me for her.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at me,
“I bet this stuff will stain my clothes …”
I said nothing and watched as Mubīnah Ǻzīm stood up on the floor next to me and dropped her bikini bottoms.
I turned around and worked the gel onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass carefully spreading Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s cheeks and giving me a full view of all that Mubīnah Ǻzīm have.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm I was groaning and grunting regularly now.
I turned around and tossed her hair back as Mubīnah Ǻzīm hopped onto the top bench.
Leaning Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back against the wall Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached down and spread her legs giving me a wonderful view of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, which had Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s juices dripping down her legs.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled broadly and enjoyed stroking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s inner thighs right up to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips. Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled them apart and stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit for me.
She could feel Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s first climax welling up inside her.
“We uh, can’t do this” I said gravely.
“Why not?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked innocently.
“I noticed that you came into that towel last night while watching me …” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and worked her fingers into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and all around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
They loved the attention and thickened nicely.
“We’re not doing anything different now, are we? Except may be we’re doing it a little more honestly, this time?” Now, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had two fingers plunging deep inside her and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s other hand was fondling her tits.
I didn’t say anything.
Nevertheless, I moaned as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked her own nipple.
Her hand slowly guided across my hidden cock.
“Let me see it,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said in a hushed whisper, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers making a slurping noise against her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “I want to see what you have there for me”
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached up both her hands and held up her tits pointing them toward my face.
“I bet you’d like to squeeze these, wouldn’t you … mmmm, they are so squeezable. Watch me” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and then sucked each one in turn.
I was graver now.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled again squeezing her nipples “Show me … now.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said it forcefully and returned her fingers to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit and her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
I stepped forward.
Her fingers continued their rapid pace only stopping to switch positions onto her hard clit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm gazed down my chest, across my stomach and down to my dark shorts as I slowly dropped them.
“I’m embarrassed,” I said gravely as I continued to lower them.
My eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund was bent down within my shorts and the first thing Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw was the massive thickness of the base of my cock.
As my shorts moved another 6 or 7 inches down, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still couldn’t see the head.
Finally, another 3 inches and the head hung there.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm guessed “hung” is the right word.
It was hard but so heavy, it kind of hung there.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at my face – where the hell had I been hiding this Hindu Miracle??
“I know,” I said. “It’s too miraculous. Every woman I have ever had sex with could never believe its miracles. She couldn’t allow it to leave her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy without my promise to fuck her again whenever she needed it inside her again.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to try that cock!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s great Hindu stepfather-in-law!
I had a beautiful tool and I did even know it!
Every one of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies did know how to use it.
Nevertheless, they probably had that Pseudo Musalmīn mentality and never even talked about it.
“It is bigger than I thought it would be,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
It was long and thick and fat and just plain big.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pumped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit hard flicking it side to side.
We watched each other and got closer together focused on each other.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cried out as her first orgasm swept over her.
Her delicate Musalmān fist slammed up and down my Hindu shaft milking my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund while her another hand slowed in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm guessed Mubīnah Ǻzīm should actually say, Mubīnah Ǻzīm took the head into her mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked on my cock hard and felt my hands resting on the back of her head.
The moans were coming more frequently now as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked my cockhead back to life.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lapped at the helmet head and licked on the sensitive underside.
Satisfied that I was ready enough to fuck, Mubīnah Ǻzīm stopped sucking and pushed me onto the top bench.
The heat of the sauna was really beginning to kick in and sweat was pouring off our bodies.
With me lying in front of her under the stars, Mubīnah Ǻzīm got a good look at what Mubīnah Ǻzīm desired to impale herself upon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wouldn’t ever normally compare men’s sizes and have refused to rate Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s size with other men Mubīnah Ǻzīm had seen the pictures of, but, this was I.
Unfortunately for Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s regular love life, Nādir Shāh Durrānī got his size from his mother’s side!
It didn’t reach around.
There was so much skin.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just worked it up and down over the head.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just needed my massive eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked the head along her soaked lips for a long time, teasing me and herself.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hung Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s big tits into my face and made me kiss Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples.
They were hard and reminded me of Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s smart Musalmān tits.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted her tits to lactate and give mile. Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted her tits to give her orgasm after orgasm just from a hand play from me.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted a baby from me to suck on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s big tits with the big nipples.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mubīnah Ǻzīm was flying.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm couldn’t resist any longer and pushed down onto my Hindu shaft.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm only knew that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was being stretched and at first, it hurt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pushed my everlastingly unyielding, ever unusual, sixty-five years old, ultimate capable, unique, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund harder and Mubīnah Ǻzīm stretched more feeling a tingling running up and down her spine.
The kissing and squeezing of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples were having their effect.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm jammed down hard on me.
I grunted loudly and Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled up just to slam down again.
We humped and bumped and groaned and ground our fuck organs together.
Deeper and deeper, harder and harder Mubīnah Ǻzīm hammered down on me.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s climax neared a peak Mubīnah Ǻzīm had never climbed before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm realized Mubīnah Ǻzīm was holding Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breath and concentrating on the earthquake of spasms that centered at Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I stretched Mubīnah Ǻzīm so far and pulled on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips so hard that Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ardent Musalmān clit was rubbed by my massive everlastingly resolute, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate brilliant, inimitable, utmost conspicuous, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Our voices became mute, but our eyes communicated everything.
I was ready.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was ready.
Even with all the heat around us from the sauna, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still felt my hot Hindu cum shoot from my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund and soak Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides deepest.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw a look of peace in my eyes and that sent Mubīnah Ǻzīm over the edge.
Wave after wave of her female Musalmān cum squirted from Mubīnah Ǻzīm all over my balls and Mubīnah Ǻzīm collapsed onto my chest kissing my face and my lips.
I held Mubīnah Ǻzīm tight against me.
“Nevertheless, we can’t ever do this again!” I said quietly. “I’m your stepfather-in-law.” My voice was grave enough to mean it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat up slowly.
“Really?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm started to move her beautiful young Musalmān buttocks to work my evermore unwavering, ever whimsical, sixty-five years old, ultimate gifted, matchless, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund some more. “Are you sure about that?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked again as Mubīnah Ǻzīm pushed her tits into my lips.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled up and almost off my cock.
“I guess if you don’t want my hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your magnificent eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund .. then fine,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm jammed down on my Uncut Hindu Lund filling herself again and feeling another orgasm wave sweep through Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rode up again,
“Say you don’t want me and I’ll stop,” as Mubīnah Ǻzīm fucked me hard again and again … “SAY IT … SAY THAT YOU DON’T WANT MUBĪNAH ǺZĪM’S Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot AROUND YOUR Uncut Hindu Lund AND I’LL STOP!” Her sloppy Musalmān Choot slipped up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund joyfully as Mubīnah Ǻzīm pleasured herself with my Hindu pleasure stick.
“Shut up! Tell me your Uncut Hindu Lund loves Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot around it … tell me … now.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Yes, YES … Mubīnah Ǻzīm, my Uncut Hindu Lund loves your extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot around it, but still it isn’t right. ” I smiled as I finished cumming and it slowly dripped out of her stretched extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I tried to pull off Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm giggled at the sucking sound it made as we were separating.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hugged me back suddenly forcibly.
I sighed helplessly.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stroked the hair on my chest.
“Nādir Shāh Durrānī doesn’t have what you have, Durgesh.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm paused. “I, sometimes, I’m going to need to do this again and again, maybe even on a daily basis … can we do that?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stroked my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund with her still surrounding, now greedier, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as it hardened.
I smiled enjoying the attention,
“Okay, I think I need to make up for your lost time. Maybe we can arrange something,” I said with a chuckle.
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