Mimi squats on him

Mimi had her left hand wrapped around her husband's pink dick, she was protected against any disagreeable discharge from it by its condom and by her disposable glove. She had no general aversion to semen, she just didn't want his mess to land on her. Her interest lay in a more compelling, spicy flavour of sperm.

Her right hand caressed her femininity between her legs. She spread her knees out wide in front of her to allow her to enjoy the spectacle of her husband viewing her puffed up, wet, excited cunt as she wanked him, describing her excitement of the old Arabs ogling her.

She massaged his dick slowly, gently. She was enjoying this and recognized that her poor husband was becoming very agitated. She relished the fact that her speaking of the old Arab men enjoying the sight of her parading for them, aroused her poor, weak husband. Gokky was right.

Mimi moved and stretched over her husband, telling him sternly to keep still. She had her back to his face, and pushed backwards until her knees straddled either side of his face. Her cunt, now quite wet, was inches above his mouth. She had wanted her bum over his nose, but to lean forward and control his by now, quivering dick, and aim her bum over his face was quite difficult.

She decided however, to let go of his pink crayon and watch it struggle. She watched it straining to remain upright. It swayed from side to side. Such little strength, such weakness. How could he expect her to allow that inside her when there were such impressive, powerful, thick Arab cocks available?

The christian man desperately wished that he had the resolve to ignore the temptation of tasting his wife's bum while delighting in the ecstasy of her parading for the elderly Muslim men, but he couldn't; his wife prefered the delights of Arab men, and he loved it, much to his shame and embarrassment.
He may there, meekly underneath her, defeated.

She settled herself with her bum cheeks spread and her anus on her husband's mouth. She adjusted herself a little, ensuring that he was able to breathe and continued her account of her encounter with the group of elderly Arab men.