Douglas and Zainab

They lived in the outskirts of Islamabad now. Douglas had feared the worst, but it was surprisingly lush, although Douglas still was acclimating to the altitude. They lived near the Margalla Hills, almost a mile high, with an excellent vantage of the teeming metropolis below.

He'd sacrificed a lot, and for what? Tight, **** Paki pussy. A new faith to replace the former. A job in town, educating university students in English. Almost constant fear.

He tugged his wife's robe over her bony hips and slender waist, exposing her shaven sex. He inserted himself, rutting until he filled her tightness with his copious cum, the sleep that followed the only moments of bliss that life afforded a deviant such as himself.