Home Sweet Home

If ever she'd yearned for more than life beyond the compound, those desires should be purely ephemeral, Elizabeth thought firmly. This was place was of the sand, of heat, of passion, of sex. It was home, and it was the place her family knew.

She reunited with her children by Yusuuf, ate a well-spiced lamb dish prepared by Cindy, and celebrated with her family, both immediate and for the compound as a whole. She was the first one back, though she understood Allie and Julia would be returning soon as well.

That night Yusuuf shrugged off his robes. He was still leaned and gaunt and scarred. She supposed her migrant husband would always look that way. He'd had quite the journey from Somalia to the United States to the Middle East. She would have never imagined she'd share so much of that journey.

His cock was long and thick and impressive. He was clearly ready for love. She quickly stripped, wearing just a simple black hijab, her broad white ass gently swaying back and forth on the bed. She could hear Yusuuf growl, pleased, looking back to see his nostrils flaring. She felt the tip of his cock press between the folds of her sex, and she sighed blissfully.

"It has been many years since I've taken you from the boy," he said, grunting as he fucked his wife. She blinked, her big blue eyes wide. It'd been many years since he'd even brought up Douglas.

"It has. I wasted several years of my life with him," Elizabeth agreed. He fucked her for a few minutes longer, his balls slapping her clit.

"And now you serve me," he said, feeling her cream on him.

"I do. And Allah of course," she said. His hands squeezed her shoulders. She could feel him get on his haunches. He was soon to cum, she knew.

"It's been some time, as well, since you were swollen with child. You are older now, of course, but still able to bear. I think it'd be a good sign of your renewed commitment to our life here, and our faith."

She wondered if he'd felt threatened in any way by the task in Sweden now. He'd been with her, fucked her regularly, but been unhappy. His place was in the Muslim world, of course. And that meant so was hers.

"Yes, Yusuuf ... breed me...that's right cum in me. Cum in me! Praise Allah!"