Aiza, she was an 18 years old muslim girl. She never talked to boys, but was always very nicely dressed. She wore an mix of arab clothes and western c...othes. And always covered by her hijab. Tom liked how her lips always was painted red, and even if she always wore hijab and no tight clothes, he could tell that she had big boobs and nice ass. Aiza was not allowed to stay at a boys apartment, so they decided to work over MSN. They tried to exchange ideas and work together, but it was not very. I started to get undressed, I undone my skirt and she was sitting on the sofa watching me. I bent down to take it away from my feet and I looked up and she was playing with her self. Rubbing her wet pussy in front of me. I was so horny watching her. I stood there grabbing and biting my tits waiting for her to call me over. I gave in, I slowly walked over and whispered in her ear, do you need help with that? She looked at me grabbing my tits I kissed her hard, she tasted so good! Her lips were. He found his rhythm, doing exactly what he needed to bring himself to the edge, keeping at the same pace. There was something so erotic about that, so sexy about being used just to fulfill a primal need. I let out several moans, my hand involuntarily going in between my legs like a girl masturbating above her panties. The tarp slapped between us, the noise of my ass smacking against it echoing against the wall as the stranger flexed inside my tight little hole.“Oh God, I’m such a slut.”“Take. It was then the feeling of his warm tongue on my arsehole hit me. I practically came right there and then. I moaned uncontrollably and writhed around spreading my whole arse crack in his face. He firmly took my cheeks and held me in place, laboriously prepping me.'Right, I want you on top at first', He said. 'So I can see you face is I enter you virgin arsehole''Please, however much I scream and whine, don't stop My Stevens' I murmured, as I climbed on top. Meanwhile he had taken a small.