No Beauty

Douglas had Zainab on all fours in the austere home they shared next to Ahmad's home. She wore her hijab, and Douglas closed his eyes, envisioning Jenny, envisioning anyone else.

Zainab had resolutely resisted any attempts by Douglas to beautify her. She still had misaligned teeth, bushy eyebrows, and a bony body. Douglas pushed forward, her snug cunt hugging his small shaft tightly. She kept her pussy clean shaven, and her tight asshole winked at him as he delved in, over and over.

She did her wifely duty at least -- she kept the home clean, she served halal food, she raised the kids and she submitted in the bedroom. But she was no beauty. She was no Elizabeth, the beauty whose image filled Douglas's brain as he surrendered, finally, shooting his ample cum inside Zainab.