(ZF) Under her abaya

Ayesha lowers her hands until they’re at her waist level. She grips her panties through the thick cloth and with some difficulty she manages to pull them down over her ankles. You take a quick peak at them. Plain white panties. She’s so innocent and timid when it comes to her sexuality that the contrast only turns you on more now, seeing the hungry look in her eyes.

Your cock throbs tellingly. And slowly Ayesha lifts the black cloth until your cock has joined her under her clothes. The sensation of her clothes and her skin grazing against you is incredible with the added mystery of everything being shrouded in her clothes.

Ayesha starts to slowly grind against you. You can’t see under, but judging by the soft and slightly rough texture you feel, she’s shaved down there. Not waxed but shaved. As the two of you align yourselves you’re startled by a sudden wetness. Holy shit. She’s fucking dripping in arousal, there’s precum all over her pussy. Her little thigh job must have made her more excited than you thought. Or maybe, you think to yourself, maybe she was this wet even before she rang the doorbell. You get stiffer at the thought.

Ayesha presses her forehead against yours. Her loose hair falls around your face, with the sweat making it sticking to your cheeks. You can smell her perfume, that strong musky and woody perfume she wears. She’s still breathing hard, her eyes glued shut. You can tell she’s nervous. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s risking it all.

You start to worry, despite the little voice down there begging for more, and you open your mouth to speak.

“Ayesh-“

“Shh.” She whispers softly. “Quiet Mark. I want to savour this.”

Her hands grope around awkwardly until they find your cock. They feel so soft as they brush around you. They lightly rub against you, up and down.

And she opens her eyes looking right at you, inches away from your face. You’re awestruck again, unable to move. Entirely captivated by her beauty. And just when you’re frozen like that, she slides your dick smoothly inside of her with one simple stroke.

She gasps and her lips form a delightful O-shape. She feels warm. So warm. Her insides feel like soft velvet around you and oh so tight. You’re determined. You’re done. You’re done letting her take the lead.

You sit back up, wrapping your arms around her waist. As if subconsciously, she wraps her legs around your waist. Her eyes are still locked onto yours, unable to tear them away. You could say the same.

She whimpers as you thrust into her tight snatch. You’re more forceful, you move like an animal into her. Six long months. Six long months you’ve waited for her. All the pent up rage and lust comes back to you now. This fucking cocktease led you on for months. She didn’t let you go further than first base. And now she was going to pay. All those times she left you to jerk off by yourself, she was going to make up for it. You were going to make her your bitch.

Her whimpers had gradually turned into cries, the cries into moans. By now she was practically screaming. And you could tell she was loving it. Her body was responding to each thrust desperately, squirming, begging for more. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, her cheeks redder than her lips. And right then in front of your eyes, you see her hijab fall off her head, unraveling itself and her hair cascades down onto her shoulders.

That did it for you. In your eyes she was no longer that sweet, innocent and shy hijabi girl who sat next to you in class. Now she was nothing more than a slut **** for your cock.

It was enough to put you over the edge and sure enough it did. You grip her ass tightly and push your cock as deep as you can into her. And you cum inside her, emptying your balls deep into her pussy.