Tangled in Tehran's Forbidden Lust

Я в Тегеране. Водитель посольство. Меня соблазняет девушка в Никабе. Мы тайно трахаемся. Муж три год не занимался с ней сексом. У нее огромные арабские формы и живот. В подробностях тело описывать во время секса, движения, позы, ощущения. Где мы это делаем

The city of Tehran sprawled outside the tinted windows of the diplomatic car, but all I could see was her. She rode in the passenger seat, her body cloaked in a black nikab, only her eyes visible, burning into me. I was the embassy driver, supposed to be discreet, professional. But she had other ideas. "You're new here," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I've seen you around." "We don't speak, Miss," I replied, eyes on the road. But she reached out, her gloved hand resting on my thigh. "This is Iran, not America," she murmured. "Rules are different here." I pulled into an alley behind an old mosque, far from prying eyes. She turned to me, her eyes gleaming with lust. "I haven't had a man in years," she admitted, her breath hot on my neck. "My husband, he forgot how to touch me." Her hands roamed my chest. I groaned, my body responding immediately. She pushed her nikab down, revealing her full, heavy breasts, her nipples hardening under the cool air. She was right; her body was a vision, soft and ample, her curves inviting. I reached out, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in my hands. She moaned, arching into my touch. I leaned in, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her hands gripping my hair, urging me on. I moved to the other breast, my hand slipping down to her pussy, feeling the heat through her clothes. With my free hand I lifted her outer garment and her dress, and she shook her hips, guiding the fabric to the seat so she could raise her legs. She did the same with her stockings and panties, throwing them in the back seat. Her pussy was shaved and wet, the scent filling the car. I teased her entrance, my fingers slick with her juices. "You're so wet," I groaned, my cock aching in my pants. "Touch me," she begged, her hips grinding against my hand. "Fuck me." I didn't need to be told twice. I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock. She reached for it, stroking me, her thumb circling the sensitive head. I groaned, my hips bucking into her touch. She guided me to her entrance, and I thrust into her, her tight, wet heat enveloping me. She moaned, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I began to fuck her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She met my thrusts, her body bouncing against mine, her breasts jiggling with the force. I reached down, rubbing her clit, my fingers slick with her juices. She gasped, her body tensing, her orgasm rushing upon her. Her pussy clenched around my cock, her body trembling with the force of her release. I fucked her harder, chasing my own orgasm. She looked at me, her eyes filled with lust and need. "Come inside me," she begged. "Fill me up." With a groan, I came, my cock pulsing inside her, my body shaking with the force of my release. She moaned, her body milking me, drawing out every drop. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling. She looked at me, her eyes soft. "Thank you," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. As we readjusted our clothes, she looked at me, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Next time, I want to ride you," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to be on top." I groaned, my cock already hardening at the thought. "Next time," I agreed, pulling out of the alley, her laughter filling the car.

Потом чтобы я взял ее раком в тайном сарае. Подробно описать вид - попу анус. Диалоги во время секса. Как она рада долгожданному сексу. Описать запахи города, сарая и ее.

The car rolled through the narrow streets of Tehran, the scent of jasmine and exhaust fumes mingling in the air. She directed me to an old, forgotten sarai, hidden behind a crumbling wall. The smell of dust and old wood filled the air as we stepped inside, the dim light filtering through the cracks in the walls. She turned to me, her eyes hungry. "Here," she said, her voice a low purr. "No one will find us." The sarai was small, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of hay. She pushed me against the wall, her hands roaming my body, her lips finding mine in a fierce kiss. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. She broke away, her breath ragged, her eyes wild with desire. "Take me," she begged, turning around, her hands bracing against the wall. She lifted her nikab, revealing her back, the curve of her spine, her ample hips. She hiked up her dress, exposing her round, fleshy ass. Her skin was smooth, unblemished, the curve of her cheeks inviting. Between them, her pussy was wet, glistening in the dim light. Her anus was tight, pink, beckoning. I stepped closer, my cock hard, ready. I ran my hands over her ass, squeezing, feeling her softness. She moaned, pushing back against me, her body shuddering with anticipation. I leaned down, my tongue tracing the curve of her spine, tasting her sweet skin. She gasped, her body arching, her breath hitching. "I've waited so long for this," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Touch me, please." I didn't need to be told twice. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She moaned, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. I teased her entrance, my fingers slick with her juices, before guiding my cock to her. "I'm going to fuck you now," I growled, my voice hoarse with desire. "I'm going to fuck you hard." She pushed back against me, her body eager. "Yes," she hissed. "Fuck me. Use me." I thrust into her, my cock sliding into her wet, tight heat. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on me. I began to move, my hips slapping against her ass, my cock pounding into her. The sarai filled with the sound of our fucking, her moans, my grunts, the wet slapping of our bodies. "Harder," she begged, her voice a desperate plea. "Fuck me harder." I obeyed, my hips moving faster, my cock slamming into her. She pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts, her body bracing against the wall. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air, mingling with the dust and old wood. She reached back, her hand gripping my thigh, her nails digging into my skin. "Yes," she hissed. "Like that. Fuck me like that." Her body tensed, her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm rushing upon her. She cried out, her body shaking, her breath coming in short gasps. I fucked her harder, chasing my own release. Her body milked me, her pussy squeezing my cock, drawing out my orgasm. With a groan, I came, my body shaking, my cock pulsing inside her. She moaned, her body shuddering, her breath hitching as she came again, her body convulsing around me. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling, the scent of sex and desire filling the air. She turned to me, her eyes soft, her body sated. "Thank you," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. "That was... perfect."

Теперь я лижу ей. Подробно форму половых губ запах, соски, лицо, арабское тело. Мои мысли о русской жене в москве

I slid my hands over her hips, guiding her to turn around. She faced me, her breath still ragged, her skin flushed with arousal. I took a moment to drink her in, her dark eyes gleaming with lust, her full lips parted, her cheeks rosy. Her breasts, heavy and full, rose and fell with each breath, her nipples hard, dark buds. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the curve of her neck, tasting her sweat, her desire. She moaned, her head falling back, giving me better access. I moved lower, my lips brushing against her collarbone, her sternum, before taking one nipple into my mouth. She gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me to her. I sucked hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She moaned, her body arching, her breath hitching. I moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, my hands roaming her body, exploring her curves. Her breath caught as I trailed kisses down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips. I knelt before her, my face level with her pussy. The scent of her arousal filled the air, musky and sweet, mingling with the dust and old wood of the sarai. I ran my hands over her thighs, feeling her soft skin, her muscles tensing under my touch. She stepped wider, opening herself to me, her pussy glistening, her lips swollen and red. She had a hood that shrouded her clit, the lips engorged and thick. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a mix of her natural musk and the tang of her desire. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the curve of her inner thigh, moving closer to her center. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body trembling with anticipation. I looked up at her, her eyes on me, her expression a mix of lust and vulnerability. I smiled, my tongue flicking out, tasting her. She gasped, her body jerking, her hands gripping me tighter. I explored her, my tongue tracing her lips, delving into her folds, finding her clit. She moaned, her body grinding against my face, her breath coming in short gasps. My thoughts of my wife in Moscow seemed far away, as if they were part of a distant dream. The reality of this moment, this woman, was too intense, too consuming. I was lost in her, in her scent, her taste, her touch. I was lost in the present, in the heat of her body, the sound of her moans, the feel of her under my hands. She was a virgin in her desire for me, radiant and delighting in her sensuality. She was the embodiment of lust, of pure, unadulterated desire. This wasn't love; it was something else, something primal, something wild and free. I looked up at her, not breaking the rhythm of my tongue, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her steady. Her breasts, full and heavy, bounced slightly with her movements, her nipples hard, her skin flushed. Her face was a mask of lust, her eyes dark, her lips parted, her breath coming in short gasps. She was beautiful, a vision of arousal, of pure, unadulterated desire. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, her breath hitching as I sucked her clit into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. She moaned, her body tensing, her orgasm rushing upon her. I held her steady, my hands gripping her thighs, my tongue not stopping, my mouth sucking, licking, tasting her. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy grinding against my face, her juices flowing, coating my chin, my lips, my tongue. I lapped it up, drinking her in, her taste, her scent, her desire. She rode out her orgasm, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.

She rode out her orgasm against my face, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. I held her steady, my hands gripping her thighs, my mouth never leaving her pussy. Her juices coated my chin, my lips, my tongue, and I lapped it all up, drinking her in, savoring her taste, her scent, her desire. As her orgasm subsided, she sagged against the wall, her body limp, her breaths shallow. I stood, my own breath ragged, my body aching with need. I kissed her, hard, my tongue invading her mouth, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moaned, her hands reaching for me, pulling me closer. "You taste so sweet," I murmured against her lips, my hands roaming her body, exploring her curves. She whimpered, her body arching into my touch, her nipples hardening against my chest. "Do you want more?" I asked, my voice a low growl. She nodded, her eyes meeting mine, her desire plain to see. "Tell me," I demanded, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her against me, letting her feel my hardness. "Tell me what you want." Her took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing. "I want you to fuck me again," she said, her voice steady, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want you to use me, to take me, to make me yours." I smiled, a wicked, predatory grin. "As you wish," I said, my hands already moving, positioning her, preparing her for me. She braced herself against the wall, her body ready, her desire palpable. The air was thick with our combined scents, with the heat of our bodies, with the anticipation of what was to come. She was wet and ready, her body aching for me. I took a moment to drink her in, her dark eyes gleaming with lust, her full lips parted, her cheeks rosy. Her breathing was ragged, her body tense with anticipation. I slid inside her, slowly, savoring the feel of her, the warmth of her, the tightness of her. She moaned, her body arching, her pussy clenching around me. I began to move, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her, the sound of our fucking filling the sarai.

I slid my hands over her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I began to move with more urgency. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed in the sarai, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. She met each thrust, her body pushing back against mine, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. "Harder," she panted, her voice a raw, needy sound. "Fuck me harder." I obliged, my hips slamming into hers, the force of it pushing her body forward, her palms flat against the wall. The sarai filled with the sound of our fucking, the scent of our arousal, the heat of our bodies. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my teeth nipping at her shoulder, her neck, her ear. She moaned, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building. "Come for me," I growled, my voice a low, demanding sound. "Come for me now." Her body obeyed, convulsing around me, her pussy milking my cock, her juices flowing, coating my shaft, my balls. She cried out, her body shaking, her breath hitching, her nails scratching at the wall, at my hands, at my arms. I held her steady, my hips never stopping, my cock never faltering, my body never leaving hers. I rode out her orgasm, my own building, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps, my body tense, my muscles straining. As her orgasm subsided, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her juices. She turned to face me, her eyes dark, her lips swollen, her body trembling. She dropped to her knees, her hands reaching for me, her tongue licking her lips. I groaned, my body aching with need, my cock throbbing, my balls tight. She took me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around my shaft, her tongue swirling around my head. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She took me deep, her throat relaxing, her body swallowing me, her hands gripping my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. I fucked her mouth, my hips moving, my cock sliding, my body tensing, my orgasm building. I pulled out, my cock glistening, my breath ragged, my body aching. I looked down at her, her eyes meeting mine, her desire plain to see. I reached down, my hands gripping her shoulders, pulling her up, turning her around, bending her over. She braced herself against the wall, her body ready, her desire palpable. The air was thick with our combined scents, with the heat of our bodies, with the anticipation of what was to come. I slid inside her, slowly, savoring the feel of her, the warmth of her, the tightness of her. She moaned, her body arching, her pussy clenching around me. I began to move, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her.