The Sheikh's Heir

The Sheikh and Carrie held hands as the doctor performed the ultrasound. He had bred her again, as soon as possible. And he'd continue doing so, for as long as he could. They both looked at the screen, and both noticed what was between their next child's legs: a penis.

"Praise be to Allah!" Carrie chirped happily. The Sheikh hugged her tight.

"Doctor, if you could remove the equipment, I need a moment with my wife," the Sheikh said kindly. The doctor hurried to get the equipment out of the house, leaving Ibrahim alone with Carrie.

The thought of finally having an heir made him more excited than anything Carrie had done for him. He peeled her clothing off, leaving her just in a hijab.

"My, you are excited, Ibrahim," Carrie said huskily.

"Indeed. I knew you'd be a good woman. A good wife. But never did I imagine you'd do so much for our cause."

"I just needed someone to show me the way," Carrie said. The Sheikh slide his thick Arabic cock out of his thobe, lining it up to his wife's pussy, and pushing it in. Carrie exhaled audibly.

"Oh my, I'll never get used to how thick you are," she purred. He plowed her velvet walls, his balls slapping her clit as he took her like a dog. She looked back at him, her white face and brown eyes complemented by the black hijab, her mouth open as he drilled his property.

"So perfect, that pregnant pussy," he said, closing his eyes, trying to make control.

"Mmmhm. It's going to have your heir soon. Your American bride, and your Arabic babies. Just as Allah intended." He groaned, and she could fill the warm seed filling her.