.I can't do that to her.'' he said..I was going to say ''Come on..that selfish bitch even doesn't suck your dick,she doesn't deserve you.'' with anger...but i stopped myself..It would make everything worse..We agreed to become ''indoor lovers''...Keep it as a secret...between only 3 of us; me, him and God.As we were both hormone-fueled teens,we were so thirsty of sex ..Making love to eachother almost daily after school...He was so passionate and wild like an a****l on heat..I was milking his cock. I watch as he slowly undoes the buttons of his shirt, exposing his black t-shirt with his “Mr. Grouch” beneath it. I can’t help but to smile at the sight. His hands slide down his chest and stop at his buttons of his pants, pulling the waist line away from his body, Yes, if I were you I’d be falling over right about now. You klutz. My laughter catches in my throat as his long fingers unfasten the button and the zipper. Letting his trousers fall free of his pants, his cock springs forth and my. ..Growing up i did notice how some muslim woman wore very bright attention grabbing clothing under their abayaz and wear really seXY HEELS N STUFF but being young n niave i did not think much of it until i went to spend the weekend by aunty sumaya n uncle ahmeds house coz their k**s where on excursion and they where my facourite uncle n aunt coz they where the coolest and both uncle ahmed n aunty sumaya used to give me alchohol and tell me not to tell each other lol it used to be so funnyAnyway. “That’s good. Well then, I think it’s about time that we go and get cleaned up before we hit the bed to relax and take a little bit of a nap after that hmm? I’m sure I’ve worn my little toy out.” A soft giggle escapes her lips, her tail swaying happily behind her as she makes her way into the master bathroom, him still firmly in her arms, her cock still planted right where it belonged, deep inside of his tight, hot little hole. “Now then.” She whispers to herself and moans out softly slowly.