Devotion

Jenny washed the feet of Ahmed, using a simple rag and cool water. She rubbed soothing lotion into his scarred flesh, her manicured fingers gently pressing into his feet. Her large, heavy white breasts were adorned with gold rings, which matched her clit and navel, trinkets from her harlotry. Try as she might to escape that past, her tattoos and piercings would also mark her as sinful and unworthy.

She lifted his white robe. His heavy balls were coated in gray hair now, his cock still large and virile, even soft. The blonde closed her eyes, breathing in Ahmed's musk, her tongue darting out to swab the heavy sac. He grunted approvingly, his free hand resting in her blonde tresses, while his damaged arm lay to the side. She felt him stiffen, gradually from the coaxing of her tongue, until it was large and impressive, a shade darker than olive. She worshipped him, dragging her mouth up and down his swollen prick, seeking absolution from whatever source she could until she received her salty reward.