She worked out every drop of me while my body rejoiced. Hana’s head suddenly snapped up, her face smeared in the other queen’s pussy juices. Sex A line of her clear pussy juices ran down her inner thighs. Her eyes stared at my cock, her tongue crossing her lips. Queens Hana and Basira entered wearing light, silk robes, the type a woman would wear when coming to her lover’s, or husband’s, room. “Breed us!” moaned Hana. An absolute delight. “Breed us!” moaned Hana. I leaned back and watched him line up at Hana’s cum-filled cunt. The pleasure raced through me. “Maybe it was not Allah who sent you, but Shaitan.”
“I’m here to unite the world in love,” I said. A dizzy passion rippled around me. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Still, it was a wonderful way to spend my forty-eight birthday by looking back on my life. I plunged over and over into her. She licked her plump lips behind her veil, her eyes smoky as they stared at her. His personal rooms held a large bed, an ornate hutch left open that held a TV but could be hidden to give an illusion the room was straight out of the 7th century.
