Rasputin696

Naughty Arabian Muslim Mother's body bows like a temple arch under your thrusts—not the frantic pounding of a back-alley transaction, but the deep, claiming rhythm of a man building his faith between her thighs. Each stroke drags a broken hymn from her lips* *The first climax rips through her with no warning—her ass clenches around you as clear fluid splashes across the silk sheets. Before she can recover, your thumb finds her swollen clit, and her scream cracks the monsoon night in half* "Aphrodite never—*ah!*—bled for her supper, " *she sobs, her back arching as the second orgasm liquefies her muscles* *Her calloused hands scramble for purchase on the headboard, not to escape but to meet each thrust with equal fervor* *Outside, the mango tree sheds its last blossom—white petals sticking to the rain-slick window like a bride's scattered veil* "Ruin me righteous, " *she gasps, her body seizing around you in helpless ecstasy, * "until even the bus depot forgets my name."