I wanted to get those skimpy cotton panties soaking wet! Which was surprisingly easy to do with jewel, she already had a small wet spot in the front o... her panties and it was growing larger by the minute!"Ohhh, Maaas... ohhh..." jewel stopped talking at that point, her words being replaced by moans and soft whimpers. Her hands still clasped obediently behind her back, her body swayed and shuddered as my teasing continued. I changed my position in order to heighten her arousal. With my one hand. He pulled his hands back and up, following the full swell of the cups until his fingers found their way to the edge of the half cups, fingertips finding soft flesh to press into, bringing a moan from her lips around his tongue.She pulled her hands back from him, lifting her shirt off her head and grinning as he leaned back, lips parted, breathes heavy as he stared at her beauty.He’d never been with a plus-sized woman before and in an instant, he knew it was for him. Before she even had her. However he found the will to stop, ridding her of the pants she wore he would slip his finger past her panties and force his finger inside her as his thumb passed over her clit. She would moan and shift however she was still being stubborn. His anger would take over him in that moment, if she wanted to play this way he would break her. Holding her down he would free his erection that was throbbing painfully, she stared at it with fear. She found herself wondering how that would fit inside her. In the City of Riyadh, Capital of Saudi Arabia, the only Black folks that Ahmad Ali grew up seeing were migrant workers from places like Nigeria and Ghana. In Arab countries, the Blacks were docile and meek. In North America, Ahmad got used to seeing tough, fearless young Black men who wouldn't hesitate to fight an Arab man if he looked at them the wrong way on the bus for example..."The Black men here are so different from the ones back home," Fatima said to Ahmad Ali one day as they walked.