The relief was only momentary, however, as Katy undid Umar's belt, opened his trousers, and pulled his briefs away, allowing his stiff brown cock to salute the ceiling. She looked at it intently, never having seen either a penis from another race, or a circumcised one. Umar's cock was about the same length as Tony's, but curved like an Arabic sword, where Tony's was straight. And it looked to be a promising thickness. Katy heard Umar starting up his prayers again as she leant down, and took his head into her mouth. This was not something she had done very often, but she was so angry at Tony having an affair, that she wanted ****. Blowing his boss seemed a good first stage.
Umar's prayers stopped as Katy's tongue licked against the bell of his cock. Her mouth went further down, taking Umar slowly, inch by inch, until her nose was buried in his thick, black, pubic hair. His penis was now at the back of her throat, the bend in it helping its descent. Katy inched upwards again, all the time licking around the shaft. She heard Umar groan and felt his hand brush against her hair. He was surrendering to the inevitable. She released his cock from her mouth, and looked up, into his eyes. He was no longer looking like the frightened mouse: instead his eyes were flashing with excitement and lust. "Take your clothes off, you wanton whore," he demanded. "You will see what level of heaven this Arab can take you to."
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