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Jamila looked herself over in the mirror making sure she had put everything on right. A quick spin in front of the mirror showed she had indeed put it in right. The only thing was that her hijab clashed with it, but she refused to take it off; it was a clear sign of loyalty to her husband and family. The only thing she could do to get her body away from David was her face.

So without any reason to delay, she walked out of the bathroom and posed before the bed where David was watching her. His eyes bulged out as he took her in, looking her up and down, taking her all in. "Do you like it?" Jamila asked seeing the obvious answer but asking anyway. David nodded enthusiastically and rapidly with a yes in response. She smiled a bit at that, though David couldn't see it.

She made her way over and laid on the bed next to David. "Do not worry, Master David; I will take care of everything." Jamila said what was the worst thing she could have said, not that she knew that. As her husband had always laid there expecting her to do all the work in servicing him. David did not want to lie there like a dead fish; he was very eager to have fun with her body. Which she had just given him permission to do so without knowing that.

So Jamila quickly found herself grabbed by her legs and opened wide. She had no warning as David's mouth attacked her pussy with such eagerness. His lips and tongue were going at her pussy with an animal's ferocity. All she could do was lie there as David's large, strong hands kept her in place, and her hijab muffled the unending flood of moans she was letting out as her pussy was pleasured so well for the first time in her entire life.

She tried to hold it together to not give in and cum like some easy slut, but she couldn't take it, and with a large moan, she came, covering David's face in her clear sex fluids. She lay there breathing heavily, her mind spinning at what David had just done to her. She found her mind focusing back on David once he was done cleaning her fluids of his face.

He stared deeply into her eyes and said simply. "Now it's my turn." David then picked himself up, took off his pants, and threw them to the side along with his boxers. Jamila had a mere moment to take in the insanely long and thick cock. Then it was in between her large tits. David began rapidly thrusting downward, pushing his white cock down between her tits. Jamila was entranced by the large white cock.

It was larger and thicker than her husband's by a significant amount. That's the obvious detail: the other ones were just as bad. The smell of it hit her, and for some reason she had the urge to sniff the cock to take in more of that nice smell, and the heat of the thing—it felt like an oven was between her tits with how warm the cock was. It was so superior to her husband's cock she tried to ignore that to pretend it wasn't true.

Her traitorous body wouldn't let her, and she could feel herself getting aroused at the feeling of his cock between her tits. She started helping him by holding her tits together with her hands, making it easier for him to thrust. The sound of him thrusting into her tits echoed in her ears like war drums. David had eventually reached his limit and proceeded to do what was natural.

He, in one final thrust, pushed his cock past her tits and less than a centimeter from her lips. He then came. Jamila let out a shock gasp as, with every pulse of his cock, David let loose a torrent of cum that covered every inch of her burka, even covering her eyes with his cum. He roared. "Take it all!" As he did it. Once he was finally finished, her burka was nothing more than a cum rag, and her eyes were sealed tight with his cum.

David lay there against her for a moment, getting his breath back as his cock still lay between her tits. Jamila lay there, her face covered in cum, realizing the truth. David was far too great a man not to get everything of her, stopping the inevitable. It was not only foolish but also insulting to David, so it was time to be wise and let her get herself in trouble with unintentional insults.

David was having a hard time believing what he'd just done. He'd effectively painted an Islamic milf with his cum, probably ruining her burqa forevermore. He had not expected to do that; in fact, he'd thought he'd brought the two women into his new home so he could have fun with a pretty blonde, not the mother. Though that's what happened, and as he lost some of his lust, he wondered if he had overshot.

Though before he could ask the mom if he had, she spoke first. "It would appear I no longer need this." Jamila stated simply, then proceeded to take off her cum-soaked burca. This gave David the first look at her pretty face that had a smile filled with lustful hunger. "Shall we continue, Master David?" Jamila asked, and David needed no further invitations. He moved fast, grabbing Jamila and turning her over.

He then lowered himself down, kissing along her spine as he did so, leaving Jamila shivering with each touch of his lips upon her back until he was at her rather plump ass. David stared at it a moment, then slapped it with his hand, causing it to jiggle and for Jamila to let out a noise that was between a squeak and a moan. David liked the sound, so he kept doing it. At first just continuing to slap one, then the other.

Then he moved on to using both hands, slapping her ass like a drum and her ass cheeks jiggling rather nicely. By the time David was finally done playing with her ass, she was a mess, breathing heavily, tears down her face, and sloppier dripping from her mouth. She had enjoyed it, as the large amount of clear liquid she had left in the bed showed. So now that he had helped her achieve climax repeatedly, it was his turn once more.

His rock-hard white pillar of a cock was ready to go, and figuring that Jamila was more than ready to take his cock, he shoved it directly into her. As he was too horny to wait or even rage the time to warn Jamila. She let out a silent screech, her eyes wide as he jackhammered her cock into her. David thought that was strange but kept going, pounding her into the bed. Her ass cheeks clapping in time with each of his thrusts into her.

Jamila's groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure after David had thrust into her a good while. Jamila started begging and pleading for more David to go harder and be rougher. "Please master more! Show this old whore how a true man owns his bitch!" Jamila said in a moaning voice losing herself to pleasure while also completely forgetting her family even existed. As no thoughts of her husband or children entered her mind, just a need for more of David's cock.

David heard and agreed. "I'll give you more than you can handle, you old bitch. By the time I'm done with you, my initials will be carved into this big ass of yours, you Middle Eastern bitch!" David also said he was losing himself to the pleasure. Now adding a firm slap to Jamila's ass cheeks with every thrust. The sound of their body's slapping against each other echoed across the room.

He kept thrusting and slapping, enjoying her surprisingly tight pussy and jiggly ass. He kept going and going until he could go no more and thrust into her to the hilt of his long white cock and filled her up with each spurt of cum, causing Jamila to squirm in pleasure. When he was finally done, he pulled his cock out slowly and saw the problem.

She had been in pain because he shoved his cock up her ass without lube thinking it was her pussy. David felt rather bad about this, but Jamila had already fallen asleep, and David found himself tired as well, so he fell asleep like that on top of her, his pale pillar in between her ass cheeks and the sheets wet with her clear fluids. David fell asleep; his last thoughts were that doing this whole taking in foreign women thing had paid off very well after all.