She rolled to the side of the bed and gave me a condom from the drawer. She put it on my cock herself and then guided my cock into her pussy. Shocking...y, it was tight and I had to push it in slowly. It took a couple of attempts before it was completely in. She was going crazy. She was moaning like shit and continuously shouting, “Give it to me, honey” “Deeper baby” “Fuck me hard, honey, fuck me like a whore”.I was fucking her slowly at the start but so passionately. Then I increased my pace and. Laughingly I said, But you ALWAYS pass out so early. Then its me, Trish, and a bunch of big mouths. That sounds like a lot of fun. There was a knock at the door and Jay went to answer it. I hurriedly began to pull my favorite black mini skirt up while admiring myself in the mirror. I didnt look half-bad I thought. Come on down Nicky! Everyones here. Now i dont know why but I thought it would be a good idea to remove my panties as a surprise for Jay. So I did and went downstairs to meet our. I for one am not ashamed of having such needs. I am as Mother Nature made me, and I just wish Muslims, male or female, would stop being so hypocritical when it comes to Muslim female sexuality. Take my older brother Omar Qadir for example. The dude is the definition of a man-whore, seriously. Omar attends the University of Ottawa, and sleeps around a lot. A while ago, Omar introduced our family to his girlfriend Jennifer, a six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed white chick from Toronto. Oh,. Maybe it was the heat, or maybe it was that we were both animals, and the cage doors had just been thrown open. It didn’t matter. I wanted him. Needed him. Not to make love to me, but to fuck me. There were no words. There was no need for them. I found myself with my legs wrapped around his waist, arms behind his thick neck, humping him, his hand gripping my ass as he moved across the floor, dumping me on top of one of the pinball machines. “Girl, you know you want this.” I answered with a.