For His Eyes Only

That night, Yusuuf stripped his bride, taking off her abaya, her lingerie, leaving her nude save her hijab. He stripped himself, the slender, short African with the long, proud cock. It took Elizabeth's breath away, the conqueror and his conquest. He tweaked her nipples, till they started to drip her milk, while her hand massaged his growing cock, throbbing with urgent need.

"For my eyes only," he said, looking her in the eyes.

"For your eyes only," she replied, as if brainwashed. He laid her back on the bed. He wanted to breed her again, to watch her belly swell with another child. His cock pressed against the folds of her waxed sex, pushing inside her, deep inside her, deeper than Douglas had even pretended to be in moments of drunken arrogance. And he drilled her, reinforcing everything she knew. He was better. His beliefs were better. He was remaking her, from the ground up. And as he came, thick, rich ropes of cum filling her sex, she knew she was better for the ownership of her strong, Muslim, African husband.