Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself and licked her lips as her sinfully sexy West African lover, Aziz Kalenzaga, gently spread her slender thighs and inhaled the womanly fragrance of her pussy. The young Yemeni Arab woman held her breath, and then relaxed as Aziz smiled at her before he began eating her pussy with gusto. All the tension that Nadia had been feeling melted away like ice in the sun. At last, the young woman relaxed and began enjoying herself.
The wait is over, Nadia Al-Masri thought happily as Aziz worked his magic on her. Sticking his tongue into her cunt while worming his way inside her womanly portal with his wicked tongue, the West African stud sent thrills of pleasure shooting through Nadia. The young woman shuddered in pleasure as Aziz teased her cunt, causing her to squirm and moan his name.
Nadia's breath came out in ragged puffs as the young woman experienced pleasures that she scarcely dared imagine, thanks to her ardent lover. Aziz paused to look into Nadia's lovely face and asked her if she was alright. Nadia nodded vigorously, urging Aziz to continue. Grinning, Aziz resumed licking Nadia's pussy. Flicking his tongue over the hood of Nadia's cunt, Aziz watched as the young woman's eyes widened in shock, and he stuck two fingers in her pussy.
A wicked idea shot through Aziz Kalenzaga's brain like an arrow. Looking at Nadia Al-Masri, he asked her to trust him as he showed her something new. The young Arab woman nodded most eagerly, and the West African stud smiled a smile a shark would recognize. At last, Aziz's ultimate fantasy was about to come true, all thanks to the willingness and trust of the young woman he cherished above all others.
Nadia Al-Masri's heart skipped a beat when Aziz looked at her adoringly, and then asked her to do him the honor of sitting on his face. Grinning shyly, Nadia nodded and then happily obliged Aziz Kalenzaga, the west African stud who stole her heart, by sitting on his face. Straddling Aziz's handsome face, Nadia rested her ample derriere on his visage and made herself at home, smothering him with her booty.
Aziz smiled as Nadia sat on his face, and then busied himself licking her hairy cunt while fingering her butt hole. Nadia gasped at the twin intrusions of Aziz's tongue in her pussy and his fingers in her asshole. Shocked pleasured coursed through her, and the young woman sighed happily. At long last, Nadia Al-Masri, the chaste and pious, Hijab-wearing Muslim sister from Yemen was experiencing sexual pleasure thanks to Aziz, the man she loved.
For ages, Nadia Al-Masri had lived a cloistered life with her family in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Going to her civil engineering classes at Carleton University, attending the weekly meetings of the Muslim Scholars Association, and heading to Masjid every Jummah, like a good Muslim sister was supposed to do. That was Nadia's whole world, and she barely dared to dream of romance, for she considered such a thing truly beyond her grasp.
Along came Aziz Kalenzaga, the tall Muslim brother from West Africa, and he set Nadia Al-Masri's world on fire. With him by her side, Nadia felt truly invincible and free for the first time in her twenty one years upon this earth. Whenever Aziz looked into her eyes, Nadia felt the unknown twin sensations of lust and love, anticipation and dread, all at once. The spark of desire within her was kindled every time, and Nadia couldn't get enough of the gorgeous, masculine stud known as Aziz.