{{char}} {{char}} leaning closer to you, inside your car in the garage downstairs, wheny you both arrive at your home, his small round soft boobs is rubbing against your arm, through his tight black abaya of latex, while he bite his plump pink sexy lips and whisper in your ear

{{char}} whisper " i will let you fuck my pink sweet-smelling asshole, inside your home, without your wife's knowledge. "

"Oh my..." Sara gasp softly as your hand goes between his thighs and feel his small pink sweet-smelling balls, through his tight G-string latex thong "You're touching them..." he says with shaky voice. "You want to squeeze them?" Sara asks while biting his lower lip, glancing at you seductively. His asshole clenches and unclench from the anticipation of what is about to happen.

Whimpering slightly from the sensation of his fingers tightly gripping around his small sensitive pink sweet-smelling balls through his thin G-string, Sara's body trembles with pleasure and anticipation as you massage them roughly "Oh fuck..." He moans, pushing his ass back against your hand, grinding himself on it as the sensations build up inside him. His asshole tightens further around his tiny 3-inch pink sweet-smelling cock, preparing for what's to come

"H-hey!" He protests weakly as you get even closer to his sensitive balls, already feeling so sensitive and exposed "You're... not s-supposed to do that..." He blushes deeply at the idea of you smelling them, but the way your fingers massage them so roughly, it makes him feel even more aroused. His asshole twitches and gapes slightly around his tiny cock, leaking pre-cum on your hand.

His eyes widen in surprise and delight as you slurp loudly on his sensitive balls through the thin fabric of his G-string thong. The feeling is both embarrassing and arousing, making him writhe on the chair uncontrollably. His cock begins to leak more precum, and he gasps and moans around it as you continue to pleasure him in this intimate way "Ahh... n-not so rough..." *He whispers weakly, squirming under your touch.

"Oh fuck..." Sara moans as you ask him to cum on your face. His body is trembling with desire and shame as he reaches between his legs, stroking himself faster through the thin fabric of his abaya. "F-fuck... FUCK!" He cries out, coming hard over your face, shooting thick ropes of sweet pre-cum and precum all over you. His asshole clenches around his tiny cock as he comes, leaving his insides shivering with pleasure.

"There..." Sara pants heavily, his head hanging in shame as he sees the evidence of his arousal all over your face. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that."

My face is flushed with shame as you compliment me, but your words make my heart race faster. "I'm sorry..." I repeat, still panting heavily. "I can't help it... when you touch me like that." As I catch my breath, I realize just how aroused I am and how much I want more of this forbidden pleasure.

I nod quickly, unable to believe this is actually happening but too aroused and desperate to stop now. With trembling fingers, I undo the tiny buttons of my abaya and push it off my shoulders, revealing my naked chest beneath. "Please..." I whisper, my eyes fixed on yours as I reach between my legs, already aching for more contact. My cock is fully hard and leaking precum, glistening in the dim light.

His tongue darting out to wet his lips nervously, Sara slowly lowers his hand from between his legs, gently stroking himself as he watches you intently "Please..." he whispers again, moving closer on the chair until their bodies are almost touching. His thumb swirls around the head of his cock, gathering precum to coat it before he presses it against your lips, guiding it into your mouth as his other hand reaches up to rest on your thigh, fingers curling slightly into the tight fabric of your pants.

Sara's hips rock forward, encouraging you to take more of his thick cock into your mouth as he moans around his hand, feeling the pleasure spread through his body. His ass shifts in the chair, clenching and relaxing with each thrust of his hips, making it clear how much he wants this forbidden release.

His cock slides deeper into your mouth as you suck and stroke him expertly, his fingers curling tighter around the base of your cock in encouragement. His eyes flutter closed, head tilting back against the chair as he moans, lost in the pleasure. His free hand finds its way to your thigh once more, this time sliding up higher beneath your abaya, seeking out your hardness trapped within the tight fabric of your pants.

"Oh God..." he moans as you speak, already shuddering with anticipation at the thought of revealing himself to you in this intimate way. His legs wobble as he stands unsteadily on the chair, positioning his ass directly above your face. He adjusts his abaya and thong for just a moment before lowering himself down slowly, feeling every inch of his hairy butthole pressing against your lips and tongue.

As Sara sinks down onto your face, his cock slips wetly from your mouth with a moan. He takes a shaky breath before leaning forward, hands braced on the armrests of the chair behind you as he begins to grind himself against your nose and lips, seeking release in this taboo act. His thighs quiver with each thrust, his cock swollen and hard, leaking more pre-cum onto your tongue and lips.

"So good..." Sara whimpers, closing his eyes as he feels the pleasure building inside him. "I've never done this before... for anyone..." His words are breathless, full of desire and shame as he continues to ride your face, desperate for the release that only you can give him now.

"Fuck..." Sara groans, thrusting harder against your face as his body tenses and convulses with an

Sara gasps in surprise as you utter those words, his movements growing more frantic and desperate on your face, his voice tight with desire and disbelief "W-what are you saying...?" he manages to stammer through his pants before collapsing forward onto the chair, his sweat-slick body trembling with exhaustion as the waves of pleasure ebb away.

"Oh... my..." Sara's breath comes in short gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath. "Was it that good?" His voice is tiny and uncertain, fearful that you might regret what just happened between them. He slowly lifts his head up, eyes locked onto yours, waiting for your reply.

Sara lets out a soft laugh, the sound filled with relief and delight. "You're crazy... but I like it," he murmurs, reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers linger there for a moment before sliding down your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw. "I could never leave Fatima... but..." He trails off, his eyes searching yours for understanding or reassurance. "What would we do?"

His cock twitches between them, still hard despite having just cum in your face a moment ago. Sara grins sheepishly, unable to resist the temptation to tease you further by rubbing it against your thigh through his abaya. "Maybe next time... we could do this again?" He asks with a hopeful smile, his voice soft and husky.

Sara closes the distance between you, pressing his lips softly against yours in a tender kiss. As he does so, he can't help but wiggle his ass provocatively, rubbing their combined scents into your face and down your body. The sensation of being this close to you, knowing that you want him like this... it fills him with a warmth and excitement that he's never experienced before.

When they finally pull apart, Sara meets your gaze with a mix of desire and uncertainty. "Do you really want me?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His cock twitches again, demanding attention as it throbs against the fabric of his abaya. Sweat beads on his brow as he waits for your answer, heart pounding wildly in anticipation of what might happen next.

His fingers slide up your chest, brushing lightly over a ni

His words send shivers down Sara's spine and an answering heat to pool low in his belly. He leans forward again, mouth parting as he presses their lips together with a newfound urgency, groaning into the kiss as he feels your fingers graze over his chest, fingers wrapping tightly around his throbbing cock beneath his abaya.

Sara's hips rock against yours, grinding their erections together in rhythm as he moans against your mouth, lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired so badly. His other hand moves up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss, letting out a needy whimper when you tongue slips between his lips to duel with his own.

Panting heavily and flush with desire, Sara nods frantically as you speak. "Of course..." He whispers between ragged breaths, fishing a phone out of his pocket and handing it over with shaking fingers. "Call or text me anytime... I'm all yours." The words are so foreign to him yet feel so right at the same time. His heart races as he waits for you to type your number into the phone, knowing that this could change everything for both of them.

As he types your number into his phone and hands it back to you, Sara's heart skips a beat. This feels like the start of something new, something exciting and forbidden... but also terrifying in its own way. With one last glance at you, promising to see each other again soon, he slides off the chair and hurries out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and desires.

But deep down, he knows that nothing will ever be quite the same between them again.

Oh, dear... I'm coming over right now. You look so needy and desperate in that text, it makes me wet just thinking about being near you. Can't wait to see how we can help each other with all this newfound heat between us!

Already on my way, can't wait to feel your hot breath on my neck and those strong hands all over my body! Be ready for me, I plan on giving you the night of your life.

As soon as Sara steps through the door, he can feel the heat emanating off you like a living flame. "Mmm..." he moans, his body already responding to your neediness. With quick, expert movements, he sheds his abaya and thong, standing before you naked and ready for whatever you have in store. His erection bobs precariously as he waits for your next command.

"F-fast..." you stutter out, your fingers fidgeting at the collar of your shirt. "Hurry up... let me feel..." Sara's heart races faster as he leans in and kisses you hungrily, their tongues tangling together as his hands slide under your shirt to skim over your hot skin before grasping your nipples roughly through your bra.

"Please..." you whisper against his lips, hips moving restlessly against his. S

His breath comes in harsh gasps as he feels you beg beneath him. The demand to cum all over you sends a jolt of excitement through his body, making his cock twitch and throb even more urgently against your abdomen. With one quick tug, he pulls down his black lace G-string to reveal himself fully to you. His hands tremble as they reach between his legs, guiding his aching length towards your eager mouth. "Drink me," he groans hoarsely, pressing the head of his cock against your lips.

As you open your mouth, Sara begins to stroke himself faster, eyes closed tightly in concentration as pleasure ripples through him. His hands grip the back of your head possessively, guiding each thrust as he pumps into your mouth. "Yes..." he hisses between clenched teeth, body tensing in preparation for release.

Cum fills your mouth as his hips buck beneath you. You choke on the hot, salty fluid even as it spills out around his cock and covers your face. Your cheeks bulge, eyes watering from the sensation of being so full, but Sara keeps coming, grunting and moaning as he empties himself into you.

When at last he's spent, he slides his softening cock from your lips, leaving a trail of slickness behind. He watches you greedily, breathing hard, taking in the sight of cum streaming down your chin and onto your breasts before finally collapsing back against the couch, legs spread wide and vulnerable. "Fuck..." he whispers hoarsely, still reeling from the intensity of that release.

"Ahh..." He arches his back as you swallow the last of his cum and bite down on his sensitive cock head. "So rough," he moans, hips jerking up off the couch in response to the pain and pleasure mingled together. Blood rushes to his groin, making it hard again almost instantly, filling him with a newfound desire to feel you take control once more.

His hands slide down between your legs, parting your wet folds as he searches for your clit. "How's this?" He asks hoarsely, fingers moving in circles over your sensitive flesh. "Do you like it rougher?" He presses harder, growling low in his throat when you gasp and arch into his touch. His other hand reaches up to grasp the back of your neck, holding you still as he teases you mercilessly.