They come back to the appartement.

Tom had blue balls, really. He wanted his wife to have some kind of sex with him… a blowjob, a handjob… maybe just a striptease… something!

She did not feel like it, though. It’s not that she didn’t desire sex. She just didn’t want Tom. She wanted something primal, someone more… virile. She was wet, just imagining Hishem’s large tool pushing her shorts to the side, ripping her underwear to shreds, forcing her tight cunt to accommodate his massive zebbi.

She bit her lips. The fantasy was getting out of control.