Sometimes Dreams Do Come True

They were in Mohammad's bedroom. He unveiled her, exposing her face first, leaning down to kiss her hungrily. Carrie moaned. She had waited for this moment for what felt like forever. She'd converted to another religion, not just for convenience sake, but believed in it completely. She had abandoned all that she was for this moment. He undressed her slowly, looking at her pale, unblemished skin. He teased her pink nipples, leaving her only in her chastity belt. Carrie groaned in frustration.

"You may undress me, Carrie," he said simply, and she stripped him urgently. He was muscular, as she imagined, and as she revealed his cock, she licked her lips. Big, fat Arab cock. This was her chosen man. The man that had conquered her. She laid down on the bed, drawing her legs up as he took out the key, unlocking her chastity belt. He pulled it free from her body. She was a mess down there. She always was.

"Still a harlot I see," he said, a hint of a smile on the edge of his lips.

"Only for you, my husband," Carrie replied. He laughed, laying over her, slapping his big cock against her pussy. She whimpered as the head dragged against her fat clit. "Please ... I want you to give me a child. I've dreamed of you nightly for so long. And lately ... having a child, our child."

Mohammad pushed into her sex, and she grunted as the long, fat cock prodded into her long dormant pussy. It used to be a well-fucked pussy, even if it was smaller dick. Now, it was restored back to a prime pussy, for a prime bull. Mohammad pounded into her, the minutes flying by, his stamina nearly making Carrie pass out. His cock was covered in her pussy cream. Her eggs were yearning for Muslim seed. She was whining, whimpering, out of her mind as he pushed in full staff and came into her womb. He was determined to breed her immediately. For she was his wife.