Culling Weakness

It was inevitable for Aaron and Fatima. The lures and temptations of living in London, the gradual erosion of their adherence to the strictures of the faith, and the lure of Chris were all too much.

Thus they found themselves, wine bottle emptied, Chris squeezing Fatima's ass and sucking on her large brown nipples while Aaron sat back. He tugged his small weak cock, and Fatima gazed at him darkly. Whether her expression was pity or loathing he wasn't sure. But he knew she needed this. And he knew she needed it even more.

Chris stripped her heatedly, tugging off her clothing, revealing the hidden flesh. The breasts were large, the ass lush, the cunt waxed. Fatima's black pools were placid as she stared into Chris's soul, flicking down appreciatively as he tugged out his erect white cock. The dark purple tip brushed up her silky, slick cunt lips, rubbing it against her large, thick clit. She moaned, biting her lower lip as he pushed the head inside her, and then followed with his aching shaft.

Fatima wrapped her long, sweet-smelling legs around her white bull, locking in around his waist. He pushed into her sex, his balls grinding on her asshole, as he started to fuck her, while Aaron stroked his small, ignored dick.

Aaron came first, a weak, watery strand that stained his t-shirt. His goddess came half a dozen times, each louder and more shrill than the next, before Aaron could see his friend's asshole twitch as he unloaded his thick cum into Fatima. And then she kissed them, with the love and reverence that Aaron never received.