Desert Heat

There were rules. So many rules. When she was dressed up, no one could see even an inch of her flesh. And she couldn't go out without Yusuuf as her chaperone.

All that excited her. It was foreign and taboo. But there were downsides too. Like this damn heat. Elizabeth looked it up -- already 100, and not even noon. And when she saw Yusuuf enter the bedroom, stark nude and dripping water from his shower, she knew she wasn't cooling down anytime soon.

"Good morning, husband," Elizabeth purred, kissing him soundly. He smiled at that word, returning the kiss, disrobing her easily and molesting her large, milk filled udders. Elizabeth's lips parted, and she moaned. "Do I please you this morning?"

"You always please me," he replied, his cock starting to harden. "It especially pleases me how you following the rules and know your place. How would you feel if we ended up in a country like this?"

Elizabeth bit her lower lip, sliding down to her knees and placing a small, soft, wet kiss to the head of Yusuuf's cock. "It would please me very much, husband. It excites me, although the climate is ...warm ... for me." Yusuuf chuckled.

"We'd have to keep you inside, to be sure." He placed his hands into Elizabeth's hair, pushing his cock forward, the African Muslim fucking his white Muslim wife's throat. After her drool made his cock gleam and started to congeal and slide off his heavy balls, he placed her onto the bed, on all fours, as if she was breeding stock. He pushed his cock into her easily, as she was almost made for him now. She'd never want another. She'd especially never want a white boy. He dwelt on these thoughts of conquest and claim, his thick Black cock sheathing itself completely into her wanton white sex, until he exploded into her establishing his dominance one more time.