Midterm 2012: 23

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Jahān Ārā Rashīd

Durgesh Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had invited Jahān Ārā Rashīd for lunch to discuss something, in her words, “of grave importance.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, was on Rozā but Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought she was on the road to complete them.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was concerned her Rozās were irrational and becoming problem now consequently.

Once cocktails had been ordered Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began,

“You know I have been on Rozā for a month now almost.”

In panic Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked,

“Are you extending it once again?”

“No, and I probably wouldn’t.” she said taking a sip of her cocktail. “But the Imām forbids any sexual relations for at least 18 months more.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was taken aback by her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s openness.

“Imām Sāħab can’t allow you to have sex with a Hindu. Why don’t you understand, Ammī? Besides, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr both are claiming that Imām Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is working for Congress.”

“And Congress doesn’t want me to have sex with a Hindu? Nonsense.” Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl was angry with her daughter.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd said, she had to,

“Gee, Ammī, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for me, dear, the Taubah the Imām have me on has pretty much killed my sex drive any way. It’s your Hindu father, Durgesh, I’m worried about. He can stop coming here. Gulnār Farzānah is waiting for the opportunity.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning splendid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth dropped opened.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd never thought of her parents as sexual people.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was sure we had sex.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had Jahān Ārā Rashīd after all.

Yet it was a fact Jahān Ārā Rashīd just did not think of us in that way.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was 28, college-educated, married with two kids of her own and nothing in her back ground prepared Jahān Ārā Rashīd for the next words out of her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

“I want you to be my surrogate.”

“What do you mean? I don’t understand.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said, suddenly blushing and gulping her wine.

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, gripped her hand from across the table and squeezed.

“I want you to be my sex surrogate. You know how I snatched Durgesh away from Gulnār Farzānah. She is more beautiful than us, but she is an Aħmadī. I can’t bear an Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty defeat me in having sex with Durgesh.”

“Do you know what you are asking?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s voice raised an octave. “You are talking about incest.”

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, smiled,

“I know dear. But let’s look at a couple of facts. One, Durgesh needs sex very much. Ashvinātam sex is actually his Hindutv, his very life itself. And I can’t give it to him. Two, I don’t want Durgesh to go to Gulnār Farzānah, the Aħmadī Musalmān bitch. Neither I can afford Durgesh to start some torrid affair with some other Musalmān Beauties who are trying to snatch Durgesh away from me as I snatched him away from Gulnār Farzānah. Three, you love Durgesh and want what is best for him.”

“You are asking me to cheat on my Musalmān husband with my Hindu stepfather.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said shaking her head in disbelief. “Besides, I never thought of Durgesh in that way. He is your Live in Relationship Partner after all.”

“Never? I know you heard us, Durgesh and your own Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, making love when you were younger. Durgesh is a stallion. You used to say it to your own jealous Musalmān girlfriends. Didn’t you?”

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, knew Jahān Ārā Rashīd could hear what was going on in their room.

It was next to Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s room.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd often heard the passion of our ashvinātam lovemaking.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd would masturbate as she listened to the heated ashvinātam sex in the next room.

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s cries of immense ashvinātam pleasure would fill her ears.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt herself get damp between her legs thinking of the great ashvinātam memory.

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, continued,

“Neither, I guess it would be incest technically. Durgesh isn’t your biological father. He is Y-Chromosomed. Durgesh even can’t father any daughter consequently. Secondly, you are a grown up Sunni Musalmān woman with two kids. You aren’t some school girl. You are a vibrant young Musalmān woman. Look dear, sex with someone you love is so much better than with someone you don’t. I know Durgesh loves you and you love him.”

“That’s just it, he’s my stepfather.”

“He’s a man, a strong, good-looking, virile Hindu man.”

Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, and Jahān Ārā Rashīd just stared at each as the waiter brought them another round of cocktails.

Her eyes were pleading with Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began again,

“Durgesh can’t go over a year without sex in this house. He’ll try, but sooner or later he will give-in to temptation. Some flirting, extremely beautiful Musalmān secretary, at work, or the manipulations of one of my extremely beautiful so called friends.” She got a faraway look and a tear ran down her cheek.

“Don’t cry Ammī. Durgesh would never leave you. He himself loves you very much. ”

“Yes he will, sooner or later. I have accepted that. I just want it to be with someone who loves and cares about him. I want it to be with someone who won’t give him a betrayal or try to convince him to leave me.”

“What about my own marriage, Ammījān?”

“Durgesh is no threat to your marriage.” her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, said wiping the tears from her face.

“Durgesh may not even find me attractive.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said relenting a little.

“Nonsense, Durgesh thinks you are beautiful. You are beautiful you know. I know you worked hard to get yourself back in shape after your kids were born. A trip to the hairdresser and you’d be stunning.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd grasped one of auburn locks of hair and twisted.

“You think so?”

“Sure I do. In fact let me treat you to a day at the spa, we’ll do your face, hair, bikini wax, everything. Maybe some new lingerie, too.”

“Wait a minute. I didn’t agree to ….”

“Are you saying ‘no’?”

“I haven’t made-up my mind.”

“Haven’t you?” her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, stood-up, grasped her hand and led Jahān Ārā Rashīd out of the restaurant.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd called her neighbor to make sure she could watch the kids the rest of the day.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd then called her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, telling him she was going to be with her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, the rest of the day and he should get the kids from the neighbor when he got home from work.

The rest of the day rushed by as Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, hustled Jahān Ārā Rashīd through hair, nail and make-up appointments.

They stopped at a lingerie shop.

Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl had Jahān Ārā Rashīd try on several outfits she kept saying,

“Your stepfather will love this one,” and she purchased each one.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd and Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl hurried to Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s house.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd changed into blue garter and black stockings in the guest room.

No bra, no panties Jahān Ārā Rashīd would have soaked through them anyway.

A see-through blue dressing gown covered the outfit.

I arrived home.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd could hear Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, talking to me as she led me down the hall. “Come here Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  I have a surprise for you.”

I opened the door and my mouth fell open.

“What the….?”

“Now Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, began, “Jahān Ārā Rashīd, Jahān Ārā Rashīd, has graciously agreed to be my surrogate until I can have sex again. Don’t tell me you don’t need sex. After thirty years I know your needs.”

I looked at Jahān Ārā Rashīd quite surprised,

“This is ridiculous. She’s your daughter.”

“What’s ridiculous? You have needs that have to be fulfilled. She loves you and will not do anything to hurt either one of us. You’ve had an attraction to her so why can’t you get her pregnant?”

“Jahān Ārā Rashīd, what about your husband, Muħammad Rashīd? What about your marriage?” I asked Jahān Ārā Rashīd gravely.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd walked seductively towards me and grasped my hand,

“My marriage is fine. I love Muħammad Rashīd and I love you. This is about you, Durgesh; you took such good care of me growing up. Let me take care of you.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd placed my hand on her 38D breast, reached behind my head and brought my Hindu mouth to hers.

Observing no other option, I squeezed her breasts.

My tongue invaded Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I heard the door closed.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, gave us privacy.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd dropped to her knees and unzipped My pants.

My nine inch Uncut Hindu Cock  jumped onto her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, was right.

I was hung like a horse.

Her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, just had a two inch cut Musalmān nūnī.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd always told him size doesn’t matter. \

Jahān Ārā Rashīd wondered if she was wrong as she ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue down the length of My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick.

It pulsated with ashvinātam pleasure and I let out a groan.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t take the whole thing in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Consequently, Jahān Ārā Rashīd sucked on the head and jacked my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick off with her hand.

I moaned and Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick grow larger in Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd, immensely excited, kept sucking my Uncut Indian Hindu Lund on, wildly, for hours till I announced,

“I’m going to cum, Baby girl” I pointed my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick at her tongue and her mouth jacked me for all I was worth.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was rewarded by several long ropes of my Hindu cum spurting like a fire hose all over her tongue.

I helped Jahān Ārā Rashīd stand.

I took her see through gown off Jahān Ārā Rashīd, wiped her tits off and threw it aside.

I pushed Jahān Ārā Rashīd back on the bed.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd lay on her back and diddled her very wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt  as I undressed.

I joined Jahān Ārā Rashīd on the bed.

Then I kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd on each of her bare inner thighs just above the stocking tops.

“Beautiful” I said as I looked at her public hair neatly trimmed into a landing strip just above her glistening, shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd moaned and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy  gushed.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd came as soon as my Uncut Hindu Cock  touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

She ran her fingers through my salt and pepper hair.

I cupped her gorgeous plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān buttocks, each in a palm and lifted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy to my Hindu lips.

“M-m-m-my pusssssy!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd moaned.

I began to Penis her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy as my Uncut Hindu Lund brushed  at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān clit.

After lubing my Uncut Hindu Lund  with her juice, I jammed it into her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.

I judged Jahān Ārā Rashīd was ready.

I looked into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I maneuvered myself between her extremely beautiful open Pakistani Sunni Musalmān legs.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd clamped her hand around my horse-Uncut Hindu Cock and guided my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd let out a gasp as I entered Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd dug her neatly manicured nails into my ass as I began to slowly side my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick in and out of her.

“Faster, harder. Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd begged, “Muħammad Rashīd, the bastard, never could give me this much heavenly pleasure. Ammījān, I thank you.”

I looked into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes and kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd deeply.

Then I rose up myself on my hands and began to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy like there was not any tomorrow.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd squealed with incredible ashvinātam delight.

My tempo increased and Jahān Ārā Rashīd actually felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick grow bigger, thicker and stronger into her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Allah, so her entire Sunni Musalmān girlfriends were right?

Durgesh really has a unique incredible Uncut Hindu Lund?

And Jahān Ārā Rashīd always refused to believe her entire Sunni Musalmān girlfriends.

She charged them that they all were extremely perverted.

How wrong Jahān Ārā Rashīd was.

With one last powerful push, I bottomed out in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Then I started fucking Jahān Ārā Rashīd as if a bear gone mad.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was so happy suddenly that she forgot everything immediately.

She surrendered to me completely, closed her eyes, and started to enjoy the ever incredible ashvinātam fucking she was getting from me.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd forgot all sense of time even.

She didn’t know for how many hours I fucked Jahān Ārā Rashīd continuously nonstop.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought that perhaps it was to infinity itself.

How stupid Jahān Ārā Rashīd was.

Her entire Sunni Musalmān girlfriends were enjoying Durgesh’s this incredulous Uncut Hindu Lund in their sacred Musalmān holes, ab initio.

And Jahān Ārā Rashīd foolishly refused even to believe them what they were getting.

Ultimately, I released what felt like a gallon of my Hindu cum inside Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I actually bellowed as I emptied myself into Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t contain it all.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd could feel it running down the crack of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd came again.

Durgesh collapsed on her, still fully embedded.

I rested my head on her breasts as her breathing normalized.

“That was great, Baby Girl.” I smiled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

“You don’t think I’m a slut, do you Durgesh?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd noticed my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick was still hard.

“No, Baby Girl. You are an extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān woman and I love you.”

“I love you too, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd suddenly acknowledged totally shamelessly.

Then Jahān Ārā Rashīd swung her legs over me once again guiding my big Uncut Indian Hindu Dick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  more.

I rode Jahān Ārā Rashīd to two more orgasms before I busted another nut.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd left me sleeping, with a satisfied grin on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

She quickly showered and changed back into her clothes.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, met her at the door as Jahān Ārā Rashīd was leaving. “So?”

“It was the best sex I ever had Ammī. I came five times. Durgesh is really a stud, Wallah!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said as she hugged her Ammī, “Thanks. Are you sure you are alright with this arrangement.”

“Yes dear, remember it was my idea to make you my surrogate. We love you.” Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl laughed and patted her bottom as Jahān Ārā Rashīd went out the door.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd walked bold-legged to her car with the biggest smile on her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

Yes, Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought,

Jahān Ārā Rashīd will enjoy being the surrogate.

‘I’m lucky.’ Jahān Ārā Rashīd thought as started her mini-van and drove home.

It had been three weeks since Jahān Ārā Rashīd had sex with me after agreeing to be her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl’s sex surrogate.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had Rozā that precluded any sexual activity.

Her Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had called this morning and said that maybe it was the time for Jahān Ārā Rashīd to give me some more attention.

Perhaps lunch in my office would be a good way to spend a rainy afternoon she suggested.

After her husband, Muħammad Rashīd left for work and her kids went to school Jahān Ārā Rashīd made a sack lunch of sandwiches and potato chips for her and me.

She then ran a bubble-bath and sank into the soothing waters.

She enjoyed the warm water caressing her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

She shaved her legs, armpits and touched-up the landing-strip of pubic hair above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia.

After bathing, Jahān Ārā Rashīd dried off and sprayed a generous amount of perfume on herself.

She stood naked before the bathroom mirror applied make-up to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face and vigorously brushed her auburn hair.

She noticed her vulva was starting to swell and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia moisten.

She was aware that her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was responding to her preparation for pleasurable taboo sex with me.

She smiled slyly at her reflection, the sexy naughtiest of ‘incest’ (?) made her excited.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd went into her bedroom and wrapped a garter-belt around her hips.

She giggled.

It reminded her of a gun belt that cowboys wore in Westerns.

She slapped her hips and pointed her fingers at her reflection in the full-length mirror across the room.

“Draw Durgesh,” she giggled again.

The garter belt was forest green.

It would bring out the green tint of her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

She knew I liked to look into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes when I did cum.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd pulled a black fishnet stocking up each leg and fastened them to the straps of her garter belt.

She slid the matching pair of forest green panties up her legs and over her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

She patted the soft material has it clung to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and was rewarded with more moisture.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled with the grand memory of ashvinātam pleasure, she had enjoyed with me.

She decided not to wear a bra and gently pulled on her the nibbles at the end of her 38D breasts.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd moved to her closet and slipped on a pair of black stilettos.

She turned and looked at her reflection in a full-length mirror that stood in the corner of the room.

Not bad, she thought, for an Ammī of two daughters.

She turned to check her backside and smiled at herself.

she liked the way the high-heeled shoes shaped her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and legs.

She thought I would approve too.

She walked out of her bedroom, her breasts swaying and her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass gently wiggling.

She opened the door to the hall closet, took her trench coat out, and put it on.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed the sack lunch off the counter before walking out the garage door.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd lightly drummed her manicured and painted fingernails on the steering wheel as she made the short drive to my office.

She hummed to the music softly playing on the radio.

As the traffic light turned red, she stopped the car and moved her hand to her crotch.

She lightly drew her index finger up and down her panty-covered slit, imagining it was not her finger; it was my Uncut Hindu Prick instead, increasing her arousal.

The light turned green.

She moaned and pushed down the accelerator.

She arrived and parked in the lot across the street from my office.

The attendant whistled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd as she sashayed by his booth.

She smiled and waved at him.

She hurried across the street to avoid the oncoming traffic and in effort to save her hairdo from the continuing rain.

After reaching the lobby, she hustled into the elevator.

A balding middle-aged man entered it just ahead of her.

The doors closed and the elevator jolted upward.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s belly joggled too, partly from the sudden jerk and partly in anticipation of what awaited her in My office.

The man sniffed the confined air.

He smiled knowingly at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

She smiled back.

The doors opened and she strutted out of the elevator fully aware the man was watching the sway of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass as she walked away.

“Is Durgesh in, Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī?” Jahān Ārā Rashīd asked my long time secretary.

Her desk positioned like a sentinel in front of My office.

Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī looked-up from her computer and smiled.

“Why Jahān Ārā Rashīd, it’s a long time we haven’t seen you here. What brings you out on such a rainy day? ”

“It has been a while, hasn’t it? You’re looking well, Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī. I’ve been helping Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl; take care of few things since she was on Rozā. I thought I might surprise Durgesh  with lunch.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said holding up the lunch sack.

Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī’s nostrils flared as she picked-up the faint smell of sex in the air.

She smiled at Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

“I’m sure the Boss would enjoy lunch with you. He’s on the phone right now but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you quietly snuck in,” she said looking at the multiple buttons lit up on the phone resting on her desk.

“Thanks Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī. I’ll make sure Durgesh  enjoys my lunch,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd said as she returned Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī’s smile.

She glanced at the writing on the door of my office:

‘Durgesh the Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!  President HVSI.’

She quietly turned the doorknob and poked her auburn head through the opening door.

Durgesh darling, the Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties, that’s myself; watched my door open and smiled as I recognized Jahān Ārā Rashīd waving a sack lunch at me.

I waved her into the office as I continued with my business conversation.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd came in and closed the door.

She leaned back against the door to recover her balance as her legs trembled with ashvinātam excitement.

The latch audibly snapped as she locked the door.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd looked across the room at me talking on the phone.

She thought I was a rather attractive man in my tailored pinstriped business suit.

In my early thirties, thirties! Well, not sixties as I used to claim ever; I had a full head of black hair splendidly.

I kept myself ever in shape and exuded supreme confidence as only an utmost successful Alpha-male could.

Moreover, Jahān Ārā Rashīd couldn’t deny now that my confidence was very sexy.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  undid the belt of her trench coat and let it fall to the floor as she strutted bare breasted across the room to my desk.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  felt very feminine as her large breasts gently jiggled with each step.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled at her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, the Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!

My Hindu eyes widened in surprise at her sudden Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān nudity.

She was pleased that I no longer seemed interested in discussing business as I mumbled something into the phone.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd dropped the sack lunch on My desk.

She smiled at me with immense, absolutely unashamed of, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lust.

I struggled to keep the phone pressed against my ear.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was revolting against my such struggle.

She gently tweaked her hard nibbles between her index finger and thumb.

She giggled when J dropped the phone.

As I  confidently picked the phone back up, Jahān Ārā Rashīd turned her back to me and slowly slid her green panties off her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and down her legs.

She paused briefly, bent over at the waist to let me enjoy the sight of her puckered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān butt-hole and slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy .

She stepped out of her panties and giggled again when she heard the phone fall again.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  turned around and boldly walked around my desk.

She dropped her panties into my open hand and swung my chair to the side.

She knelt in front of her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties!  and unzipped my trousers.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd fished my hard Uncut Indian Hindu Dick out of my pants.

She watched me put her panties patiently, yet smiling triumphantly, to one side.

I inhaled deeply the aroma of her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān sex.

My Uncut Hindu Cock switched with delight at her scent.

It almost jumped out of her hand as Jahān Ārā Rashīd  ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue down the 9 inch Hindu length of it.

I smiled,

“Look Muħammad, something’s come up here at the office. Let me call you back later.”

I hung up the phone and spoke to the auburn head of Jahān Ārā Rashīd as it bobbed up and down on my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick.

“Hello Jahān Ārā Rashīd, I’m glad to see you, all of you.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd quit sucking My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick and said,

“I thought I’d just drop by for something to eat.”

She looked up at me and smiled.

She kissed me while continuing to work her hand up and down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My tongue invaded her terrifically superb magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I wanted to let her know how much I too hungered for her.

It was necessary to keep her interested in me sexually.

I never wanted to convey to any of my Musalmān Beauties that their lust for me was one-way traffic.

Never!

I always deliberately conveyed to them that I have more lust for them than even they have for me.

It was another matter that they never believed me.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  broke the passionate ashvinātam kiss and returned to her ministrations on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt my huge Uncut Hindu Cock begin to swell even more and more so that as if I was close to busting my nut.

She swallowed my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock as I came.

I was gripping the armrests of my chair so tight she thought I might rip them off.

Big ropes of cum splattered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

When I finished climaxing, I smiled,

“Thanks Baby Girl, I really needed that.”

She wiped her mouth off with her panties.

I could still catch the fragrance of her arousal.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd rose from the floor and pushed a pile of papers onto the floor as she crawled on to my desk.

“What else do you need, Durgesh?” She lay on her back and opened her legs. “Would you like to fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”

I entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt like a starving man just returned from the desert.

Now it was Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s turn to moan as my Uncut Hindu Lund  burrowed deeply into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh  -darling – M-y-y Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pus-ss-yy, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is too big for it.” she stammered.

I, slowing, worked my way up to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I rubbed on it and worked my Uncut Hindu Prick on it to wet the pink hot depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I continued to tease her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Clit with my Uncut Hindu Lund  and worked it in and out of her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd began to whine with ashvinātam pleasure as the pressure within her continued to rise.

She clutched my waist driving it deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

She felt the violation of my wet Uncut Hindu Lund  as I jammed it up her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

She screamed in release as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt contracted and she came hard on my deepest embedded Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her legs flailed the air widely.

When she relaxed, I looked up still embedded between Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s legs and grinned at her.

She gave me a satisfied highly indebted grateful grin back.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd lay on her back and watched me undo my trousers.

I let them fall to my ankles.

She panted trying to regain her breath following the earth shattering orgasm.

To her immense delight, I was hard again and my Uncut Hindu Cock drooled pre-cum.

She watched as I grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock with my hand and slowly moistened it by teasing it up and down her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān slit.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  gasped as I penetrated her again.

She clutched my ass taking me deep inside as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt again contracted in orgasm.

“Oh! Durgesh! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  ” Jahān Ārā Rashīd  shrieked.

I  slowly began pumping my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd held my face in her hands as I leaned over her fully imbedded in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Jahān Ārā Rashīd wants to look into your Hindu eyes when you cum, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ”

She could hear proudly the wet-swooshing ashvinātam sound as I moved in and out of her.

She could feel my Hindu balls slapping her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān asshole.

The smell of ashvinātam sex hung in the air.

She was wanton and she didn’t care if Nādirah Ħabīb Hāshmī could hear us from the other side of the door.

Instead, Jahān Ārā Rashīd  deliberately said,

“Fuck me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  Fuck me hard with your horse Uncut Hindu Cock”.

I increased my tempo and she felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick get larger.

It kept on nonstop for hours.

I was just pumping my Uncut Hindu Lund in out and into her greedy ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as if I never intended to stop it.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was utmost surprised at my more and more ever increasing lust for her and my ever increasing Hindu sexual prowess too.

She watched me looking constantly into my Hindu eyes with acute Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān female appreciation nonstop for hours, once more.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!

Would I ever fuck her similarly nonstop for hours?

No wonder her entire young extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were crazy to have sex with me.

Who wouldn’t?

Who the hell wouldn’t?

Incredible!

Incredulous!

Yet, true.

I was again fucking Jahān Ārā Rashīd nonstop for hours.

Allah!

Måshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt a final thrust ultimately that bottomed out on her cervix.

She watched as I closed my eyes, arched my back, bellowed and came.

She soon followed with her own climax as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt get doused with my Hindu semen.

I  pushed in my Uncut Hindu Lund  deepest and collapsed on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body  trying to catch my breath.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd looked at me still lying across the desk.

She felt my Hindu sperm running down the crack of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass and begin to puddle on the desk.

She gave me a highly indebted immensely satisfied immensely grateful grin and asked me,

“Did you enjoy your lunch Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ?”***

Her husband, Muħammad Rashīd, watched as Jahān Ārā Rashīd closed her suitcase.

“Explain to me again, why you are going to Dallas with Durgesh instead of your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd snapped the latches on her suitcase closed before answering him:

“I told you darling, Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, isn’t well enough to travel yet and she thought it would be nice if Durgesh had some moral support when he gave his speech at the convention.”

“What about me?” Muħammad Rashīd whined, “What am I supposed to do while you’re gone? What about my morale?”

“Well dear, Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, will have the kids, so you have plenty of time to yourself. Go golfing with Jamāl. It’s just for a couple of years. I’ll be back after it. Actually you should thank Durgesh for taking me, all her shopping there will on his dime, not yours.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd grinned at Muħammad Rashīd.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was standing in their bed room in just her panties and pair of low high heels, tall enough to make her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass look good yet comfortable for travel.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd slipped on a yellow button-down-the-front sundress.

“Why no bra?” quizzed her husband, poor Muħammad Rashīd.

Couple of years?

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!

But what could he do?

He couldn’t even divorce Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

His father had made Jahān Ārā Rashīd the sole beneficiary under his will.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had managed to convince his father that his own son, Muħammad Rashīd, was unlucky for everything he’d possess ever.

Damn Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s best friend and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had succeeded in building her best friend, Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s financial freedom.

Now, it was Muħammad Rashīd who needed Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd didn’t need Muħammad Rashīd financially.

“Dear it’s a three hour flight to Dallas,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled, “I want to be comfortable.”

Her answer was half true, the other half was that Jahān Ārā Rashīd wanted to give me free access to her 38D Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts, if I so desired and Jahān Ārā Rashīd was sure I would desire.

Why wouldn’t I if she was available?

The horn from the limo honked out front.

Muħammad Rashīd carried her suitcase out to the car and handed it to the driver, who put it the trunk.

I shook hands with her husband, Muħammad Rashīd.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife for two long years.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled.

I was so naughty.

Muħammad Rashīd replied,

“No problem sir, it’ll be a nice getaway for her.”

I smiled at her husband thanking him once more and climbed into the back of the limo.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  followed me.

The driver took off for the airport as soon as the door closed.

I ordered the driver to close the privacy glass.

Then I kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd  hungrily, my tongue probing her, a promise of better things to come.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd silently slipped her panties off and handed them to me.

I knew her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy was mine, for the whole complete two long years now.

I smiled as I put her panties aside.

I inhaled deeply, and enthralled with her aroma.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  unzipped my trousers and fished out my enormous 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock.

It twitched as Jahān Ārā Rashīd  ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue down the Hindu length and then she playfully stuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān tongue into my pee-hole.

Durgesh smiled in my seat in response.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd sucked the purple head into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

I moaned with ashvinātam pleasure.

The car stopped and I groaned in disapproval.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd chuckled as she lifted her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face from my Hindu lap.

I zipped up just as the driver opened the door.

We were on the tarmac of the airport.

The driver handed our bags to the co-pilot of the private jet my company HVSI had owned and assigned to us to fly us to Dallas.

We followed the co-pilot on to the plane and settled into our seats.

I chose our seats a row back from the Cockpit.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was happy to discover we were the only passengers.

The pilot welcomed us on board.

My eyes lingered appreciatively on her breasts and I licked my lips.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  smiled a-way-to-go-Dude type of smile at me.

I then turned and closed the curtain that separated the Cockpit from the passenger compartment.

Her belly flipped as the small jet climbed into the air.

Once we had leveled out, Jahān Ārā Rashīd  undid two buttons on her dress, giving me full access to her breasts.

I grinned approvingly and kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd.

I squeezed her tit.

I gently pinched her nipple.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd giggled with ashvinātam delight.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy surged.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  unzipped my trousers and my hard Uncut Hindu Cock stood at attention like a soldier on parade.

I lifted Jahān Ārā Rashīd  out of her seat and said,

“Time to finish what you started, Baby Girl.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd gasped as I impaled her on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She sighed as her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy slid down the length of my Hindu manhood.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt my Uncut Hindu Lund  pulsate within her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot embedded deepest .

She paused a Moment not only to savor my size but to grow accustomed to it too.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd grabbed the seat in front of us for balance and slowly began to rise up on my Uncut Hindu Cock until she reached the head and then Jahān Ārā Rashīd  leisurely descended to the base of it.

I began squeezing her tits with pleasure.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  picked up her speed and began to whimper in ashvinātam joy.

She rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Clit on my Uncut Hindu Lund and bit her lip to keep from screaming when the wave of orgasm hit her.

I gripped her hips and imbedded myself deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd kept fucking me nonstop, enjoying every moment of it.

Neither of us knew how long we fucked.

We came to our senses only when my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick began to thicken, convulse and then shoot.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd could feel my cum bathing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

She leaned back against me, kissed me and said,

“I love you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Welcome to the mile High Club.”

I laughed and patted her extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān bottom as Jahān Ārā Rashīd scooted off my lap and into her own seat.

After arriving in Dallas, Jahān Ārā Rashīd called her husband, poor Muħammad Rashīd, to let him know we had arrived.

I checked us into our hotel suite.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd took a quick bath.

I ordered room service and made a few business calls.

I jumped into the shower as soon as Jahān Ārā Rashīd was out of the bathroom.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  put on blue see-thru baby-doll nightie.

I had just gotten out of the shower when there was a knock at the door.

I answered the door with a towel wrapped around my waist.

The room service waitress wheeled the dinner cart into the room and smiled at me.

I smiled back, pleased that I enjoyed the sight of her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body revealed thru her sheer nightie.

The extremely beautiful  Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān waitress in nightie,  gave me a wink as she collected her tip and said,

“Excellent choice, sir.”

I laughed quietly as I closed the door.

“I don’t know if I want supper first or dessert.” I said as I took in the revelation of body.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd saw my eyes roam; the flimsy material only highlighted her huge breasts.

The darker areolas contrasting with the light blue color of the nightie.

Her nipples already hard, slightly tented the material.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd followed my gaze down her flat belly to the landing strip of hair just above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān labia a beacon to the gratification that awaited me.

After I feasted on the sight of her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body I approached the table.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd  had already placed the covered plates on the table and winked at me,

“You better eat first Durgesh. You are going to need your strength.”

I laughed and patted her bottom before I sat down.

I ate patiently, not as if a lost man just returned from the desert.

Yet, nothing stimulated my appetite like the promise of carnal activity from an excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty.

As we ate we made small talk and enjoyed the lights of the city twinkling just outside the big sliding windows of our suite.

I was relaxed and happy in the moment.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd was pleased and glad that Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, had insisted that Jahān Ārā Rashīd come to Dallas with Durgesh.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd smiled at me.

I was so handsome sitting bare-chested.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt herself dampen in reaction to my masculine Hindu presence.

“It won’t be long before Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, can begin sexual activity again,” Jahān Ārā Rashīd supposed.

“I’m looking forward to making-love to your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, once again.” I opined. “I’m just sorry our little rendezvous will come to an end.”

“Yeah, I guess you won’t need a surrogate anymore.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd added sadly.

I took her hand and said,

“Listen Jahān Ārā Rashīd, I love you so much and I appreciate the way you have taken care of my physical needs these past few years. Only you could have done that in a non-threatening way for your Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl.”

“I’m just glad Ammī, Zubaydah Anwar Maqbūl, is almost well.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd added.

“I too,” smiled I. “You know it was her idea for you to come on this trip so let’s just enjoy it. Yet I can’t understand still now why did you request me for so long a period as two years.”

Jahān Ārā Rashīd stood up, took My hand and led me to the king-sized bed.

I ripped the towel from my waist and pushed me onto the bed.

I beamed when Jahān Ārā Rashīd noticed I was already hard.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd crawled on the bed and took my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund  into Jahān Ārā Rashīd’s awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

It pulsed with a happy response.

I lay on my back.

I grabbed her thigh and twisted Jahān Ārā Rashīd  around until her extremely beautiful extremely enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān pelvic covered my Hindu face.

I moaned when a gratifying sixty-nine had been achieved.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd jacked her hand up and down the length of My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick while sucking on its head.

I smiled and kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy passionately.

I rolled her nipples between my index finger and my thumb.

“Ohhhhhhh!” Jahān Ārā Rashīd gasped and collapsed off me in a heap.

I rolled Jahān Ārā Rashīd  onto her back and ripped the flimsy baby-doll off her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body exposing her full tits and neatly trimmed bush.

I savored her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body with my passionate Hindu eyes.

My Uncut Indian Hindu Dick trembled in anticipation.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd spread her legs, took My mammoth Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand and guided into her wet, silky, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān depths.

She arched her back to gain full Hindu penetration.

I paused, waiting for the muscles of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt to accommodate my passionate Hindu girth.

I took one of her hard nipples into my pinch and joyfully squeezed it.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd clutched my ass and pulled me into her.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd groaned again as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy muscles clammed down on my animated Uncut Hindu Cock.

Another orgasmic wave shuddered thru her excellent exquisite young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

“I Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ”

After her orgasm subsided, I slowly began to withdraw my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick, almost pulling it all the way out of her before slamming it fully back into the nadir of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I was long-Uncut Indian Hindu Dicking Jahān Ārā Rashīd  and she enjoyed every inch of me.

Soon my pace began to quicken.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd whimpered with gratification at each quick-fire Hindu stroke.

I lifted my upper body by flattening my palms on the mattress and locking my elbows in the extended position.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was angling right at her G-spot and Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt another orgasm building deep in her sex.

I picked up my pace even more, giving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy a real good Hindu machine-gun fucking.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd felt my Uncut Indian Hindu Dick expand.

I pushed as deeply as I could, bottoming out against her cervix.

Then it started to being repeated over and over, again and again.

Jahān Ārā Rashīd started kissing me madly immensely indebted and grateful to me,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You are simply wonderful. Nonsense! I won’t let you stop fucking me now.”

“Jahān Ārā Rashīd!”

“You have to fuck me now too forever.”

I smiled,

“Poor Muħammad Rashīd.”

“Let the impotent go to hell.” Jahān Ārā Rashīd squeezed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund with her more and more gripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles.

“He isn’t impotent, darling.” I smiled, “He has given you two daughters at least.”

“Nonsense! He can’t fuck me as you do.”

“Thank you.” I kissed Jahān Ārā Rashīd thankfully, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund once more deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot , gripping it more and more.

 Chapter 24

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam