The Sheikh's Prize

The Sheikh lay back in his lounger poolside, watching Carrie bounce up and down his cock, reverse cowgirl. He could see the dark black crescent moon and star on her asscheek. He parted the cheeks, seeing her bleached pink pucker wink at him.

"Who do you serve, hm?" he asked, slapping her ass as her pussy creamed on his thick brown cock.

"You, my Sheikh," Carrie said breathlessly.

"Who do you worship?" he asked, a little bit hesitantly. She was still more of a pleasure slave. But she didn't hesitate in return.

"Allah. I worship Allah." His eyebrows raised.

"Oh?" the Sheikh asked. Carrie nodded. He could fill her cumming on his cock. If this was true, she'd soon be ready to wed, and to be bred.