After the death sentence
She was now his steady girlfriend.
Neither had she ever wanted to be.
She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.
Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.
“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”
“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”
“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”
I smiled cunningly.
“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”
“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”
“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”
“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”
“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”
“How are you so confirm?”
“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”
“How many were the Musalmīn then?”
“What do you mean?”
“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”
“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”
“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”
HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.
It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.
Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.
They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.
They were fighting for money and fame.
HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.
Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.
“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”
“Let me please him, Åzrah.”
“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”
She started to kiss, lick and suck it.
I couldn’t stop anyone of them.
They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.
We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.
Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.
Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.
They both were unmarried.
I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.
Wasn’t it amazing?
Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.
None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.
Yet, it was true.
She believed in modern values.
Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.
An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.
How ironic it was.
786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.
Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.
Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.
Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*
It started to enter her immediately.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”
She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.
Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,
“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”
“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”
“Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”
“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”
“Oh, really? What?”
“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”
“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”
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Imām Vasīm Azhar looked at me pleadingly.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry that I could never believe my Ammī was innocent.”
Before I could answer him, my mobile played my favorite tune.
I picked it up.
“Hello, Durgesh here.”
“This is Assalāt Azzuhar, Durgesh. Mrs. Imām Vasīm Azhar.”
I looked at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
“You are something like my father in law to me. My Ammī in law, Al Farħānah Al Murād, Begum Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is your Live in relationship partner.” Assalāt Azzuhar said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was horrified.
I raised my eyebrows to him.
Imām Vasīm Azhar was white faced now.
His eyed were as if made of stones, suddenly.
“Yes? Assalāt Azzuhar, what can I do for you? I’ve heard about you, but your real father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, never allowed you to meet me.”
“I’m sorry. But my husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, thinks now we need your professional services. Only you can save us from our enemies. Hasn’t my husband reached you personally even now?”
“He is here.” I said.*
Assalāt Azzuhar smiled.
“Didn’t my hell of a husband tell you that I want to see you on a matter of the greatest importance for me? The bloody damn fool.”
I deliberately didn’t look at Imām Vasīm Azhar.
Was he really a bloody damn fool?
He had already paid to my Chief Business Partner, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, my extraordinary heavy fee as a Sex Therapist and an Attorney.
He paid my extraordinary heavy fee to provide his wife my optimum sexual therapy services, with her optimum Psychological Engineering, to protect his wife sexually, legally and psychologically.
He loved her so much.
Yet, his very same wife did not respect him the slightest.
How much a husband’s capability to provide optimum sex to his wife, affects his marital status and respect.
Even then almost 90% men are against the sex education.
As it’s never needed even the slightest.
They are paying its cost even by losing their wives’ respect for them, their loyalty to them, their honesty and sincerity to them, and even their wives themselves ultimately.
Yet, even then the damn fools are living in fools’ paradise.
They blame even the persons that want to open their eyes.
They blame me instead that I break their houses.
Are they absolutely insane?
Of course, I fuck their beautiful womankind.
But, never to break their homes, their houses.
My services to humankind are always creative, never destructive.
But it needs prudence to understand my social professional services.
I never betrayed any of my clients.
Assalāt Azzuhar broke my nonstop chain of analysis.
“Well,” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled, “I’m not ‘ma’am’ to you, my dear. Feel at liberty, please, to call me ‘Assalāt Azzuhar’.”
“Thank you, I’m honored.”
“Don’t be silly. The pleasure is mine.” Assalāt Azzuhar said somewhat seductively, somewhat impishly, somewhat cunningly.
Sālī, she wasn’t foolish even a bit.
I had to be careful.
This sort of young ladies almost invariably used me until now, for their own vested purposes, mostly immoral, inhuman and sometimes even illegal.
They thought they could allow me to fuck them on any conditions whatsoever they wanted to.
“I have money to pay for your services. My husband is himself a multi millionaire. My father in law, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, is a Trillionaire, and my father is a Billionaire at least.”
“I have been robbed.”
“Well,” I winked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar, “come on and see me, Assalāt Azzuhar.”
“Hell, my ever inefficient husband didn’t tell you even that I can’t?”
“I’ve nothing to wear.” She chuckled.
“I’m infamous to love to see beautiful Musalmān houseladies undressed. In fact, the more nude they are the more obliged I am.”
“Allah,” Assalāt Azzuhar laughed sweetly, “Hey, you are a sort of my father in law, don’t forget.”
Sālī, she was teasing me.
“That’s right. ‘A sort of’. Not real.” I laughed myself too, cunningly, significantly.
“Hey,” Assalāt Azzuhar again laughed cooing, “I’m only twenty eight, you sixty four years old Hindu scoundrel,”
“I am enjoying countless twenty eights now already. Don’t worry. You won’t be the first.”
“Shut up, you ever sexiest, dirty man,”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hey, it wasn’t any compliment,”
“That’s what you think. How childish of you. Even at your twenty eight, I don’t think you have grown up properly.”
Assalāt Azzuhar laughed seductively, cunningly and significantly.
“Why the hell don’t you come here and see yourself how grown up I am actually?”
“But you say you are not wearing anything.”
“Oh, oh, oh, never seen any nude twenty eight Musalmān Beauty? How unlucky Hindu you are!”
“Sālī, put something on, put anything and…”
“I can’t, Jījū,”
“If I’m your Sālī, you are my Jījū. Aren’t you?”
Imām Vasīm Azhar was smiling.
I had put my mobile on loudspeaker already, deliberately, so that he could listen to how his ever dearest wife, he loved whom so much, was behaving with me.
“Stop playing seductive and come here,” I said.
Imām Vasīm Azhar opened his mouth to tell me something, but I raised my right hand cautioning him not to say anything.
“I have already told you, lover, that I can’t come there. Damn my ever stupid husband. Hasn’t he told you everything already?”
“He didn’t have enough time. Come here, and…”
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Hey, don’t use your Uncut Hindu Penis always. Use your brain too sometimes, for a change.”
“Why the hell can’t you come here?”
“I tell you I have been robbed.”*
“They were never a man, you idiot.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed.
“You know my foot.” Kulsoom Humāyūn rebuked her, “Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī laughed at her friend’s almost frustrated lewdness.
“I’m talking of their loyalties, their patriotism for Pakistan.”
“And I am talking of their Īmān.”
“What do you mean?” Kulsoom Humāyūn couldn’t understand.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī smiled cunningly.
“Well, you yourself said that ‘Every Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is enjoying an Indian Uncut Hindu Lund now, a Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, and perhaps always even.’ Didn’t you?”
Kulsoom Humāyūn laughed.*
I looked at her husband.
He didn’t convey anything to me.
“Wait a minute,” I said, “What is this?” I asked.
Assalāt Azzuhar said gravely,
“I see,” I looked at her husband, Imām Vasīm Azhar.
He avoided to meet my eyes.
What a husband!
His twenty eight years old, immensely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was reporting me that she had been robbed of everything including her clothes even, and the husband was averting his eyes instead of meeting mine.
His wife was naked somewhere.
Yet he was avoiding to face the situation.
What a husband!
“Where are you now?” I asked smiling cunningly at her husband.
I was sixty five now.
Well, I wasn’t alone obliged, however.
Any rich one could enjoy this facility.
There were countless beautiful young Musalmān ladies that could do anything for money.
“At the fourteenth hole at the Bājīrāo Mastānī Golf Club. The members have installed a telephone out here. The Golf Club seems to be deserted just now. I lied to the operator at the Clubhouse that I am a member. She put the call through. I need clothes. I need help.”
“Why don’t you call the police?” I asked gravely.
“If I could, I’d certainly have. Nonsense! Can’t you understand?”
“Sorry, I still don’t.”
“And they say you understand the problems of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies even more than we ourselves do!” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled ironically, “They claim your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so eager to penetrate our beautiful ardent Musalmān Choots that you can save us from gas chambers even for it! They call you even the Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt.”
“I see.” I watched her husband scornfully.
“I can’t call the police,” Assalāt Azzuhar said immensely seductively, yet still gravely, keeping her dignity constantly nonstop, “The police even mustn’t know anything of this. I promise to explain everything once I see you. If you would kindly oblige me to get some clothes to me I’ll pay…”
“Describe your build to get proper clothes for you.”
“I’m five feet two.” Assalāt Azzuhar smiled gratefully seductively, as if almost inviting me to make love to her, “I weigh a hundred and twelve and I take size ten or twelve.”
“Just how am I supposed to get the clothes to you?” I asked meaningfully even impishly somewhat.
She laughed melodiously,
“Sorry, I’m asking you to do something extraordinary for me. However, you are termed to be the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. You’d certainly be well rewarded if you do it for me. If in your current sixty five, you are still interested in twenty eight years old beautiful Musalmān houseladies it’s a chance for you never to miss. I know this is all out of the ordinary and everything, but I simply can’t explain over the phone. Well, you are the only hope I have in the world now at present. I can’t appeal to the police and I most certainly can’t go around like this.”
“Where are you?”
“As it happens to be, I am.”
“That’s very good. I never expected it.” There was immense relief now in Assalāt Azzuhar’s voice, “You please put some clothes down in the bottom of a golf bag. You can come directly to the fourteenth hole. Back about fifty yards beyond that hole, there’s a patch of rather thick brush that runs down to a service road, and if you’ll just yoo-hoo…Allah, heavens, here come some golfers! Allah Ħāfiz!”
The phone was slammed up.*
I turned up at the office at 4 pm finally to meet Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
I found Nādirshāh Durrānī under a pile of papers moaning that he would be stuck in the office for hours.
I decided it might be a good idea to stop by at Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s house on the way home.
“I asked you to protect our son’s interests in the Company and you are—”
“Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, have faith in me. Will you, please?”
“If Varchésh loses control I won’t forgive you ever.”
“I know Sālī. Believe me I don’t love him less.”
“He is practicing Pseudo Islam.”
“It doesn’t change the eternal fact that he is our son. Does it?”
“Certainly not.” She was all tears now, “Thank you. And Durgesh,—”
“I’m sorry if I was rude somewhat. Please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I understand. You are his Ammī. But you forget that I’m his father—his real father.”
“Yes darling. I’m sorry already. Forgive our foolish and arrogant son.”
“Don’t worry, Kħālidah. I’m his father.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī found that his paperwork only took him a couple of hours.
He turned up at home at just after six and was surprised but pleased to see my Mercedes there.
As he unlocked the front door, I pushed another 3 inches of my huge Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, down Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī ‘s throat.
I looked down at this gorgeous young Musalmān woman who looked amazing as she desperately worshipped my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, the utmost wonderful thing she had ever seen.
I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes of her legs when I first arrived and the flirting had been intense. Her tight miniskirt and bare tanned legs had me throbbing in my trousers.
I had not attempted to hide it even, boldly.
When she saw my nine or 10-inch semi hard Uncut Hindu Cock fall out of my trousers she had attempted to be cool by saying,
“I have seen bigger”.
She wasn’t saying that now I thought as she fought with 12 inches of my rock hard-Uncut Hindu Cock whilst her hand worshipped the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and my huge balls.
I continued bravely, even when I heard the door.
I had a lot of experience of nearly being caught and it was more annoyance that I would have to hurry up rather than fear which could cause me to pause.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was also frustrated.
She wanted to be fucked but now she had been caught.
I called down to Nādirshāh Durrānī from the bedroom:
“I am just helping Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī with a little problem she has.”
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was coming up for air and had to stifle a laugh.
Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s tiny dick was certainly a problem and my Superb Uncut Hindu Lund was the perfect solution.
“We will be down in 5 minutes,” I added.
With no reason to distrust me, Nādirshāh Durrānī put the TV on and called up,
“Fine, see you soon.”
“Let me see whether I can fix that problem for you, Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.”
With that, I started to pound my huge Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
Ten minutes later Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard a bang upstairs and called up:
“Are you two nearly finished? Sal, are you ok?”
The banging had been the headboard hitting the wall hard as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock hard down her throat and was preparing to cum.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī pulled my dick out of her mouth to answer but as she opened her mouth to call him, I pushed my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund back in.
She looked worried but I calmly called down:
“We are fine. I underestimated the size of the problem but we will be down soon. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī just has something in her mouth right now.”
Innocently, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought I meant food and returned to the TV.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could see and feel it twitching and throbbing and knew I was close.
What Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī didn’t know was that I prided myself on being able to cum on demand but could control myself when on the very edge for ages.
I enjoyed that feeling more than any other.
What I wasn’t counting on was what Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was about to say as she came up for air:
“You could fit 20 of his tiny little things into this Superb Uncut Hindu Lund. I am never touching his inadequate little thing again.”
The comparison reminded me of his wedding day and just like that day the result was the same.
I let out a grunt and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī saw the end of my dick flare dangerously and throb out of control.
“I bet you come more too than Nādirshāh Durrānī does,” she added.
She was right.
The first blast lasted 10 seconds.
I emptied myself inside her like letting off a pressurized fire hose.
The jet filled her mouth.
She still had her shirt and dress on.
I smiled triumphantly proudly.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī doesn’t cum that much in a month,” she said and giggled.
She has no idea how much I cum I thought to myself.
I put my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth and started to cum again.
Just 4 inches, the rest she worshipped with her hands.
She swallowed desperately for 30 seconds as my balls released their Hindu charm.
Allah, she wanted to be fucked by me.
I had tried to control the pace of my release so that she could cope with the volume but there was only so much cum one Musalmān woman could swallow.
I slid my slick Uncut Hindu Cock across her tongue and the size of it dwarfed her as she licked it.
“Come upstairs. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has been busy and I am very impressed with her.”
She wondered what her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, would make of the scene.
I finished ejaculating as Nādirshāh Durrānī reached the top of the stairs – 15 yards from the bedroom door.
“I never get caught,” I whispered and jumped up.
It was still hard.
I grabbed a document from my briefcase that hid my chest and met Nādirshāh Durrānī at the door.
“I am not sure she will still be hungry though after the amount of nuts and seeds she has gulped down this afternoon.” I said.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī overheard me, smiled and scooped some more cum into her mouth
Half an hour later Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī entered the dining room to have dinner with her boyfriend and me.
My ‘wife’, Kħālidah Aħmadshāh Durrānī, had been delighted to hear from me that I was making the effort to spend time with her son when I had telephoned her to tell her where I was.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had dressed to impress for dinner – but deliberately, not to impress her boyfriend.
Her pretty face had just been fucked immensely by my wonderful 12-inch Hindu weapon and she was desperate for me now to fuck her properly.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī’s tight miniskirt revealed all of her long tanned legs and her top emphasized the firmness of her b cup tits as they were pushing out of a wonder bra.
By the time we sat down for dinner I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing hard against my trousers and Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was ravenous enough whilst chatting with her boyfriend, Nādirshāh Durrānī, to reach under the table with her left hand, unzip my trousers and release my hard Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to be careful that it didn’t spring above the level of the table and into full sight for Nādirshāh Durrānī to view.
I knew, as my hands slid all over Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī that I was going to find a way to fuck her very soon.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī wanked me hard under the table.
It turned us both on to chat away with Nādirshāh Durrānī who was quite oblivious to what was going on under the table.
Was he really that much a fool?
I couldn’t believe it.
As Nādirshāh Durrānī got up to take the plates to the kitchen, we knew we would have a couple of minutes alone.
At the same time, she cupped my wonderful balls with her both beautiful hands.
I could last for hours when I needed to but here I had only a couple of minutes.
I quickly lifted Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī off my Uncut Hindu Cock and placed her face down on the table.
I spread her fantastic Musalmān legs apart.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī grunted with pleasure.
“How can you live with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s cut Musalmān noonī?” I said sympathetically, as I gradually pushed the remaining 8 inches into her and smiled as she had three orgasms before I was fully inside her.
I built the pace up slowly so as not to hurt her, but I smiled in satisfaction as I reached ramming speed and looked at Nādirshāh Durrānī ‘s immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s fantastic Musalmān ass and legs clamped around my wonderful Hindu piston.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī needed to stuff a napkin in her mouth to stop herself screaming with lust and pleasure.
I called through to the kitchen:
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī and I have been chatting. I was very impressed with the work she did for me upstairs and I have offered her a promotion to work with me as my personal accountant. Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī agrees with me that her current position with you does not stretch her enough.”
I smiled down at her, and thrust my wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock back into her.
I felt I could cum at any moment if I needed to.
I said quietly to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī,
“You know how much I cum. I better start now. Prepare to be filled.”
“I am going to take you on all my business trips Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī, so you better get used to this.”
Two wonderful ribbons of my Hindu cum shot across the room and landed behind the door before Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī could get her immensely eager, extremely beautiful, young Musalmān mouth over the Superb Uncut Hindu Lund, and started to swallow the last few powerful shots.
I heard footsteps through the hall and pressed Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī‘s head down hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock so that it was safely below the level of the table.
I was somehow able to calmly say,
“Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī has gone to the bathroom but can you make us all coffee before I go home?”
“Sure,” Nādirshāh Durrānī said and turned to go back to the kitchen.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī came up for air looking like a gorgeous babe who had just been fucked at both ends – which was what she was.
“Wow, I’m dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī, as long as I have this, Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund of yours interested in me too, in this way, I’m happy.” Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī said grabbing my still hard dick.
“Not tonight though darling, I want to be 12 inches inside of you tomorrow when you tell me on the phone that Nādirshāh Durrānī has a wimpy cut Musalmān noonī and you are dumping Nādirshāh Durrānī for a better man.”
I smiled and looked forward to tomorrow and all my future business trips with her beautiful smooth nude Musalmān legs wrapped around me.
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