Her breasts were ample, perky, and had wonderful suckable nipples. Her pussy was clean-shaven and I could see that it was already damp with desire. Th...re were no blemishes on her body. Her hair was black and shoulder length. Her toenails and fingernails were painted. It was plain to see that beneath her burqa she was “westernized” like an American woman. She came to me and helped me remove my clothing then she pulled me over to my bunk bed and pushed me down on the bed so I was lying on my. Not even her usually gstring under her summer dress. Forgetting his thirst, he grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto his now rigid organ. Feeling his hard cock pressed into the crack of her arse, Fran stood up, pushing herself back into him. She took his hands from her hips and placed them on her breasts and bent her head to the side knowing full well he would start kissing and biting her there. “Thank you Lord” she said with a smile as his hands fondled her nipples. Turning around into his. She leaned her head back against the cold of the front door as his lips found the slope of her neck. His fingers slid under the elastic of her dainty panties, slowly moving over her sensitive flesh until breaking through to her wet twat. A moan escaped her mouth as she squirmed under his touch. “Shhh.” He penetrated her soaking cunt, slowly pumping his fingers inside her. “I like how you go after what you want. How the rules of being a good girl don’t apply to you. That you fuck at your. The tears on her cheeks were her own. “You came,” he said.“Uh huh.” He nuzzled his cheek against hers, fingers running through her hair. “Good girl,” he whispered.“Mmm.”Her mind felt as numb as her body. She couldn't think as the pleasure and mild aftershocks still coursed through her. He smiled, withdrawing his hand from her shorts as he turned her, picked her up like a princess and carried her towards his bed. She relaxed in his arms, not realizing how much she had been trying to stand..