The 4 women's reaction to the day 4) Florence

Farook entered Florence's apartment and kissing his white prey on the cheek he went into the living room and smiled to see a large picture of Florence and a young Khaled on the wall. He walked up to it and studied it; Florence knew what he was looking at and she literally oozed submission.

Farook, still looking at the picture told Florence that Khaled's father fucked her hard. The inference was that Khaled was so strongly Arab in appearance; their was no physical clue that his mother was white and french. Florence her pale white face, neck and cleavage blushing furiously, agreed that she had been fucked hard by Khaled's father. Farook turned to her and assured her that the baby he was impregnating her with would be as comprehensively Arab as Khaled and of course, as fundamentally Muslim. Florence, faced with such a powerful, gloriously gorgeous Algerian, whispered 'of course, sir'. Latent for so long, Florence white, french, submissive nature capitulated before her Muslim master.

'You are delicious Florence, such a pretty face; your freckles are so fucking sexy, gorgeous blue eyes, beautiful copper hair and you have a fucking hot body, those breasts, seldom have I enjoyed fucking a white beauty as you; I am proud to own the breeding rights to you', and with that he moved over the floundering, fluttering Florence and kissed her on her neck, putting his hand up her skirt and quickly putting his right hand in her knickers, began to stroke her hairy cunt, noting with perfect satisfaction that this french cow was already wet for him. Fuck, he thought, so easy.

Farook loved that french women had hairy cunts. Hairy, dripping, available cunts.

Florence gasped and held on to Farook as pleasure overwhelmed her, just the touch of an Arab hand on her cunt was enough to engulf her in rapture. Since she had been fucked yesterday she had thought of nothing else, she gave thanks that she was a white woman, prey for this Arab bull! Farook expertly caressed her french cunt, playing with her clit, then opening her lips and entering as Florence helpless and in a sea of ecstasy, was overcome, and she cum, squirting the juice that white women flood their Arab lovers with, though it was Farook's hand that caught most of the flow, and her panties, by now drenched. Florence had wet herself in her living room, she held on to him for support, kissed him and he returned the kiss. Mouths open, tongues in each other, Farook's mighty Islamic cock needed to enter Florence's pussy and continue the work that it had begun yesterday.

Farook's obligation, in addition to his pleasure, was to flood this fertile, white woman with semen. He had to plant an Arab Muslim in her womb. He was in fact highly confident that he had been successful yesterday; she was not on birth control and well, he was Farook, but he was experienced and careful enough to know to keep fucking them until pregnancy was confirmed. As Khaled's father had done with Florence 15 years previously in fact.

Farook ended the admittedly the wonderful kiss with Florence, and slapping her on the bottom, told her they were going into her bedroom.