I go to the gym regularly. So have a strong, firm & athletic body. Have a 7 inch brownish dick with a good width. I am 6 feet in height. The heroine o... this story. Her name is Ayesha (name changed). She is a Muslim girl. Age 23. To describe her she is a typical Muslim beauty. Very fair, 5.4 feet tall. Her stats are 36-29-38. A perfect hourglass figure. Now moving on to the story.After our first encounter in her house where we enjoyed a perfect first kiss, we both were waiting for other. Her hair was crudely chopped off, tangled and filthy, her skin grimy, her cheekbone bruised, her lips split and puffy, her clothes little more than rags. Her wrists were thin and her jaw line sharp."I remember you, at the widow's farm, in that front bedroom," I said, thinking of her lovely face distorted in passion, her body heaving beneath me. "I hope you haven't forgotten." Somebody else, sir," she said, wiping her mouth with her hand and tearing off another hunk of bread. "Never saw you. M. I was still snuggled up against "E" and needless to say, I had a morning piss hard on. Started to rub up and down between her cheeks. She lifted her leg a little and I slipped between them. Could feel the dampness and started to stroke back and forth. It didn't take long and I could feel her clit harden and she started to moan.Stick it in brother she said. I need a good morning fuck. Slowly, I entered her and started to fuck her with long and deep strokes. I knew that I would last for a. I complied. She backed over my lap, grasped my dick in her right hand, slowly lowered her ass until she engaged the head in her anus, then slid herself cautiously down until I was buried to the hilt in her ass. Settling herself onto my lap, she leaned back against my chest then raised her high-heels to rest on my thighs, which were spread wide.“Right, Brad, get stuck in,” she commanded. Brad stepped between her spread thighs and rammed home in her pussy. Sue then hooked her legs over his hips.