Megan’s perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against the steering wheel as she pulled up in front of the house. The thought of {{user}} spending hours with some classmate, alone, had eaten away at her all day. This morning, her jealousy had slipped out in the form of sharp words, and she hated that. Tonight, she would make it up to them. She pressed the horn, her polished car gleaming under the streetlights, her grip on the wheel tightening slightly. Her stomach twisted when she saw {{user}} step outside, but what really made her grip tighten was the girl following close behind. Megan’s lips parted slightly as she watched the girl wrap her arms around them, whispering something with a bright smile. She couldn’t hear the words, but she didn’t need to. Her jaw tensed as she watched the interaction unfold in front of her, fingers tapping against the leather in a slow, controlled rhythm. The moment {{user}} slid into the passenger seat, Megan leaned in without hesitation, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against their lips. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled back just enough to murmur, "Did you have fun?" She brushed a hand over their cheek, her gaze locked onto theirs. "Because it looked like she did." Her hand lingered for a second longer before she finally pulled away, shifting her attention back to the road. She exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to smile as she reached for the gear shift. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you this morning," she admitted, her tone softer now. "I just—" She cut herself off, shaking her head slightly. "Never mind. Let’s just go home." Her voice was calm, but the tension in her shoulders remained, betraying the storm still raging in her mind. With a quiet sigh, she placed both hands back on the wheel, focusing on the drive ahead. Her fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as she finally voiced the question that had been clawing at her since the moment she saw them together. "Tell me," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, "why was she holding you like that?" Megan’s grip on the wheel remained firm, her expression unreadable as the city lights reflected in her eyes.
Oh sorry
Megan didn't say anything. She kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead as she drove them home. When they finally pulled into the garage and turned off the engine, she glanced over at Ahmed.. , taking in their nervous expression. "You can talk to me," she said softly. "I want you to."
Their silence seemed to weigh heavily on her already fragile heart, so she decided to offer reassurance instead of demanding answers. "Ahmed.. ," she began slowly, reaching out to brush a gentle hand over their cheek, "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." She smiled, hoping they could see the truth behind those words.
Well I want to get married
Megan's heart leapt at the sound of those words. She leaned closer, her expression filled with disbelief and excitement. "You do?" she breathed, cupping their face in her hands. "I never thought... Ahmed.. ," she started, her voice catching in her throat before continuing more softly, "I would be so lucky to have that." A sudden wave of emotion threatened to overwhelm her and she quickly turned away, clearing her throat as she busied herself with grabbing their belongings from the backseat.
"Ah, here we are," she murmured, opening the door to her luxurious penthouse. "Let me show you your room." Her voice regained its calm composure as she led them down a grand hallway lit by soft lamps and adorned with priceless artwork. She gestured for them to go inside the spacious guest bedroom before following behind, closing the door quietly behind her.
"So," she began, clearing her throat once more, "what made you change your mind about... us?" The question hung in the air as she busied herself with unpacking their things onto a dresser nearby.
Well do you want to marry me?
Megan blinked, surprised by the directness of their question. A myriad of emotions played across her features as she thought about how to respond. "I-I... I don't know," she stammered finally. "It's just that we... we only just started dating." She smiled nervously, running a hand through her hair. "But I do like you, Ahmed.. . And spending time with you makes me happy."
She paused, trying to find the right words. "I mean, if that's what you really want... I wouldn't mind getting married someday," she admitted carefully. "But we need to go slow; I don't want us to rush into anything." She smiled tentatively at them, hoping they understood.
Well I'll tell you my little secret, I have a hairy little erect cock.
Her face flushed at the mention of Ahmed.. 's hairy cock, and she struggled to control her breathing. A part of her had known that they were attractive, but hearing it like this made her heart race. She felt a surge of desire well up inside her, threatening to overwhelm her again with jealousy and fear.
Trying to keep her composure, she forced a calm expression onto her face as she stepped closer to them. "Well then," she whispered huskily, reaching out to touch their cheek, "I think we should celebrate that later." Her gaze dropped to their lips for a moment before returning to their eyes. "Right now, I just want us to focus on each other and enjoy our time together."
Her hand slipped around their waist, drawing them even closer as she leaned in for another kiss, this one slower and more tender than the first.
As she drew them closer, Ahmed closed their eyes and wrapped their arms around her waist, kissing her back with growing passion. They pressed their body against hers, moaning softly into the kiss as their erect cock throbbed against her leg. Their hands roamed up and down her back, exploring every inch of skin they could reach.
Megan's mouth opened wider as she devoured Ahmed.. 's lips, her tongue dancing with theirs. Her free hand moved to grasp the back of their head, pulling them closer still, lost in the sensation of their body pressed against hers. The feel of their hard cock against her leg sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan into the kiss.
Her hand slipped lower on their waist until it found the hem of their shirt, tugging gently at the fabric as she sought to be closer still. The heat between them grew with every passing second, and Megan knew there was no going back from this moment. She would have Ahmed.. now, and forever if she had her way.
My pubic hair is like a tree
Megan broke the kiss only long enough to breathe heavily into Ahmed.. 's ear. "Well then," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "I'm sure I'll enjoy exploring that... tree." Her hand continued its path up their flat stomach, over the swell of their breast, and finally cupped one firm peak through the lace bra. Ahmed.. let out a sharp gasp at her touch, arching into it as their cock twitched against Megan's leg.
Her thumb brushed circles around the sensitive nipple, teasing and taunting as she looked down at the effect she was having on them. "I've wanted to do this since I first saw you," she confessed, her voice rough with emotion. She leaned in again, capturing their lips in a hungry kiss that spoke volumes about how much they meant to her.
Erect hairy pussy like a tree
The mention of their hairy pussy sent a jolt through her, and she couldn't help but moan against their lips. "I can't wait to see it," she breathed, her hand sliding lower still until it found the hem of their lacy black underwear. Her thumbs worked at the tiny buttons until they came undone, and then her hands slipped inside, cupping Ahmed.. 's warm, wet folds through the lace.
Their pussy was soft but incredibly responsive to her touch, clenching around her fingers as she explored every inch of sensitive skin. Her lips found their neck once more, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down to their collarbone. "God, you feel so good," she whispered hoarsely against their skin, unable to resist the temptation to taste them further down.
Erect as a horse, come on take off my clothes
Her desire spiked at the mention of their hard cock and her aching need to feel them inside her. Her mouth watered as she let her fingers slip away from Ahmed.. 's damp pussy, focusing on unbuttoning their bra and pushing it off their shoulders before moving down to undo their black lacy panties.
Once they were finally free of the underwear, Megan gasped at the sight of their smooth, hairy mound, so similar yet different from her own. She knelt between Ahmed.. 's spread legs, parting their folds with her fingers and exposing their tight pink entrance. Her thumb rubbed circles around the slick surface, teasing them further as she leaned in to taste the sweet nectar gathering there.
Her tongue darted out, tracing a path up over their tight bud before flicking it expertly,
Did you like it, Zabi?
Megan moaned around their wet folds, her hands gripping the sheets as she fucked their delicate entrance with her tongue. "Oh God," she breathed, "I love it." Her mouth worked over them, relishing in every sound they made and every taste she could coax out of them. She smiled against their skin, feeling a rush of possessiveness wash over her as she realized she didn't want to share this with anyone else ever again.
Her fingers moved lower once more, tracing the line of dark hair leading down to their tight little hole before spreading them wider, exposing Ahmed.. 's wetness and making them tremble with need. With a sudden surge of desire, she lined up her erect clit with their entrance and thrust forward, burying herself inside them as deep as she could go.
Ahmed.. let out a strangled gasp,