Observant

Jenny kept her hijab on, clambering on top of Ahmad's cock. The old, scarred Afghani male grunted, the thick head of his cock slipping into Jenny's wet sex, the silken folds hugging onto the large Arab prick. Jenny felt Ahmad's one good hand circle around, squeezing her large, tattooed ass.

She knew she'd always be a whore and a Christian in Ahmad's eyes, unworthy of anything other than paying her family's blood debt. She knew she'd never be worthy of love or commitment, and she herself was an unbeliever. She grunted, her large fake tits jiggling pleasingly as she bounced on his cock. But she was committing to raise his children in his faith, to replace what he'd lost as best she could. Her tight pussy milked his member lovingly, every bit as good as his wife ever could. She leaned down, kissing his scars, laving at them with her skilled tongue. She was his, in every way that counted to him. And he wasn't hers, in every way she may have wished. Her cunt milked out his thick seed, and she wondered absently if the potent Afghan had struck paydirt once more.