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That first kiss had taken Rizaak to another plane of existence so quickly he was dizzy as he felt himself push against Cristy. It took all his strength to not crush her as he lowered her into that hard cot, his own body trembling with a strange desperation as he pressed down on her soft, womanly body. Now he felt the world melt away around the two of them as he pressed his lips against hers once more, reveling in her warmth, her softness, her heat. His passion was soaring fast and hard, and he could barely hold himself back as he felt his hardness push so strongly against her that he was not sure he could contain himself.
She moved beneath him, her thighs parting as he felt his hardness press against her mound, and he almost choked with ecstasy as he grasped her smooth thighs, his strong fingers digging into her soft flesh as he spread her wide. He clawed at the wonderful expanse of her round buttocks as he kissed her so deep, kissed her so hard, kissed her so long that he almost forgot to breathe.
“Ya, Allah,” he gasped as he broke off the kiss and took a gulp of oxygen. He could taste her as he swallowed, smell her as he breathed, sense her in his very being as he bent down and licked her creamy white neck like they were animals in heat. “Oh, you bloody goddess,” he rasped as he kissed her neck, sucked her chin, bit her ears, licked her cheeks before sliding his tongue back into her ready mouth for another taste of that kiss, another taste of that woman, another taste of HER!
“What’s happening,” Cristy gurgled as she received his kiss, her mouth open wide, her lips warm and full. “Oh, God, what’s happening.”
“WE are happening,” Rizaak answered. “Ya, Allah, WE are happening!”
He did not know what that meant, but it seemed to make complete sense in a way, and as Rizaak reached under Cristy and firmly grasped her bottom, lifting her hips as he grinded into her, his orgasm almost coming right then and there, she MOANED like the goddess she was, and Rizaak could feel her lips quivering into a smile as he kissed her, and somehow he knew that she had understood what he meant.
He grabbed Cristy’s arms and pushed them up over her head as he kissed her neck again, and he almost swooned with desire as her smell came up to him from beneath her arms, between her breasts, below her skirt.
“Oh, ALLAH!” he roared as he felt his desire SURGE, his passion RAGE, his need SOAR. “I must have you, Cristy. I must have you NOW!”
And he ripped her blue blouse open down the middle, BURYING his face between the globes of her breasts, his tongue working into her bra cups as he tasted the salt on her skin, inhaled the aroma coming from her unwashed body.
She purred like a cat in the night as Rizaak drove his hands beneath the globes of her ass, spreading her legs as his hands went up to her back. He GROWLED as he took her left breast into his wide open mouth, sucking HARD on the nipple through the soaked cloth of her bra, his hardness grinding against her crotch as he clawed at her flesh from beneath and behind.
Her left nipple was tight, erect, RAW when he moved to her right breast, and she writhed below him, pushing her hips up into him, lining her sex up against his painfully hard cock that was close to bursting from the madness of what was happening.
“I must taste you, Cristy,” he muttered as he raised his head from between her bulging breasts, a long trail of his saliva connecting his lower lip to her right nipple, which was sticking up like a dark pink turret, pushing through the soggy cloth of her ravished bra.
Now Rizaak reached up and around with both hands, grasping her breasts and SQUEEZING with such force that Cristy SCREAMED in surprise, HOWLED in ecstasy, WAILED as she thrashed beneath him.
His hands slid beneath the strong underwire of her bra, fingers and thumbs pinching her large nipples that were hard and round like coat buttons right now. He continued to work her swollen breasts as his face moved down her naked belly, his tongue tracing its way around her soft, creamy skin, licking the expanse of her round stomach, playing feverishly with her belly button as she squirmed and kicked.
“I must taste you, you damned goddess,” he rasped as he finally let go of her breasts and licked at the waistband of her navy skirt.
The skirt was already drawn up, gathered around her wide, womanly hips, and when Rizaak grabbed her soft buttocks once again and lifted her hips as he brought his face closer to her crotch, he felt a deep tremor go through him as he took in her feminine scent.
A ripple of the most animalistic desire went through Rizaak as he inhaled her secret musk, and he let out a muffled cry as he BURIED his face between her legs now, his nose PUSHING through her soaked panties as he RAMMED his tongue into her slit through the soggy cotton underwear.
“Oh, God,” she whispered as she tried to push Rizaak’s head away. “Rizaak, don’t . . . oh, God, Rizaak, I . . . I . . .”
“Shut up,” Rizaak growled as he licked the tender insides of her thighs, his tongue teasing the rolled-up edges of her wet underwear right at the crotch. “There is no stopping me, no stopping what is inside me right now, Cristy . . . what is inside BOTH of us, goddamn it!”
“No,” she muttered as she half-heartedly tried to push his face away again even as he began to push his tongue around the crotch of her panties, closer to her naked slit. “Oh, God, Rizaak, I . . . I haven’t washed . . . oh, God, Rizaak, I’m so . . .”
“You are beautiful,” he gasped as he pulled his head back and looked up into Cristy’s eyes. In the darkness he could see the sweat glistening on her round face, the tears gathered in her innocent eyes. He smiled now as he held her hips down, reveling in the way she was involuntarily bucking her curves towards his dripping mouth, his wet tongue. He held the eye contact until a smile came to Cristy’s face, a smile that was feeble with arousal, quivering with need, but yet betrayed just a tiny bit of self-consciousness, a sliver of insecurity, perhaps the hint of shame?
And so Rizaak reached up beneath her bunched up skirt, his strong hands tightening on the elastic of her panties. “You are beautiful,” he said again, his voice deep and clear in the night as he slowly rolled her panties down her thick thighs, past the heavy globes of her bottom. “It is just you and I tonight, Cristy,” he said again, now unable to resist looking down at her as those panties went past the pronounced feminine V of her crotch even as she tried to push her legs back together. “Just you and I,” he whispered, just barely able to get the words out as that dainty clump of pubic hair came into view. “Oh, God, just you and I, Cristy.”
Now he could feel her shudder as her thighs relaxed and she allowed herself to be spread, and Rizaak himself felt a deep, almost cosmic vibration in his core as he pulled her panties all the way off and tossed them away. He looked into her eyes once more, now down at her naked slit that was long and wet, dark red and clearly visible under the sliver of starlight coming through that crack in the door. He ran his fingers along her smooth, wet thighs, tracing his way around her slit, now gently rubbing the sensitive hood that protected her clit.
“Oh, GOD, Rizaak,” Cristy gasped, her eyes going wide for a moment before shutting tight.
Now with trembling fingers Rizaak gently pulled that secret hood back, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw her stiff clit come into view, looking engorged and swollen, like she was ready and open, close, so close . . .
“Ya, Allah, she is so perfect,” he muttered as if to himself as he took in the sight of her curves, her womanly shape, her beautiful clit, her heavenly cunt. “You are beautiful, Cristy,” he whispered again as he lowered his face towards her sex, breathing hard against her feminine hair, now blowing softly on her swollen lips that were glistening with her feminine juice, his thumb gently tapping on the hood of her stiffening clit. She shivered and shuddered as he brought his face close, and Rizaak could sense her anticipation, smell her need, see how close she was, and so now he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue—just the lightest of touches, all his raw need concentrated on that one divine, intimate connection. She whimpered and shook as he did it, and now he drew back once again,
looked into her pretty round face, and said, “Now come for me, my goddess. Come for me, Cristy.”
And he PLUNGED his thick tongue into her slit, driving ALL the way deep, CURLING up inside her hot vagina, and his every sense was OVERWHELMED by her aroma, her heat, her wetness, and he DROVE his tongue into her depths again as she bucked and flailed, screamed and wailed.
Come for me, Rizaak said in his head, the words flooding his overloaded brain, and he was not sure if he was speaking to her, at her, or into her. Come for me, he thought again as he curled that tongue up inside the most secret space of her body, the core of her womanhood, the seat of her very soul right now, it felt like.
Come for me.
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Cristy SCREAMED as she came, and the orgasm was so sudden, so raw, so violent her eyes opened WIDE as she CHOKED in ecstasy, coughing and sputtering as she felt Rizaak’s thick tongue curl up inside her like nothing she had EVER experienced.
Oh, God, I’m dying, she thought as the orgasm SLASHED through her like how that ship silently cut through the water, parting the dark seas the way Rizaak’s tongue was parting her dark lips, driving its way impossibly deep, somehow giving her the sensation of being filled in a way that she couldn’t tell was mental, physical, or goddamn COSMIC!
In the distance she thought she heard a woman wail, and now she realized the sound was just her, and her eyes went wide and then clamped shut tight as Cristy BUCKED her hips into Rizaak as her climax rose and fell, bringing with it a hundred secondary orgasms like little waves in a windstorm, and she was panting and sobbing as she spread her legs and convulsed, clamped her thighs and shuddered, ground against his face, pushed into his probing tongue.
“Come for me,” she heard him whisper through it all, and she couldn’t be sure when he had said it because all of time seemed to have merged into one endless moment, an eternal moment of pure physical joy.
“Yes,” she gurgled as she came for him again, saliva pouring out of her mouth as she drooled down herself. “For you, Rizaak! Oh, GOD, for you, Rizaak!”
She gasped as she felt him slide out of her vagina now, his hands circling beneath her buttocks and gripping tight, and he was lifting and turning now, flipping her over onto her stomach, and Cristy couldn’t tell if she was still coming or not, and it didn’t matter as she turned and felt Rizaak grasp her wide hips and raise her bottom, arching her back down.
“Oh, God,” she muttered again as Rizaak kissed the smooth globes of her bottom, now parting her rear cheeks and running his tongue down the middle of her crack, and it felt so filthy, so wrong, so . . . so . . . pure!
“Oh, GOD!” she muttered with harsh urgency as she felt Rizaak’s fingers slide into her pussy from below just as his tongue teased her rear, and now she could feel herself pushing her arched-up rear into his face, and her face was pressed hard into the stiff pillow on that cot as he worked her vagina deep and hard with his fingers, two fingers, three fingers, all his fingers curling as he licked her bottom fiercely and freely.
Now Rizaak pulled his face away and SMACKED her soft ass as he held three fingers tight inside her from behind, SLAPPED her other buttcheek as he pulled out his fingers now, going up on his knees behind her.
Cristy’s face was turned sideways as she bent down, and as she glanced behind her she caught a glimpse of Rizaak RIPPING his shirt off his back and then bringing those glistening fingers of his to his nose, his lips as the ridges of dark muscle on his naked body tensed up with his passion. He took in her smell as he unbuckled his heavy belt, tasted her juices as he desperately unbuttoned and pushed his pants down over his muscular hips.
Now Cristy propped herself up on her elbows and forearms and hunched over as she looked down between her legs, looked at his incredible hardness push its way through his dark underwear, which looked painfully tight, impossible peaked, irrevocably stretched.
“Let me,” she gasped as she tried to turn, but Rizaak was kneeling between her legs from behind, and she couldn’t possibly turn. So she bent her head down again, reaching down with one hand between her parted thighs, her fingertips finding his hardness through the soaked cloth of his underwear, fingers closing around his shaft now. So hard. So GODDAMN hard! “Oh, Rizaak. Oh, GOD, Rizaak!”
He GROANED as she gripped his cock with all her strength, and even through her soaring arousal she was shocked at how thick he was, his girth making her hands feel tiny, like the hands of a little girl.
She pulled at him as he grunted like an animal, his hands clawing at her upturned ass, fingers and thumbs spreading her buttcheeks and tapping her rear pucker in the most filthy, vulgar, AROUSING way possible.
Now Rizaak pushed her hand off his cock for a moment, and through her spread-out legs Cristy watched as he pushed the elastic of his underwear down over his protruding hardness. His cock SPRUNG into view now, and Cristy MOANED with desire as she felt her pussy clench tight with yearning, now open up with need, fresh wetness oozing from her most secret space.
“You are so bloody wet,” he whispered as he grasped his cock tight and guided his way to her slit from behind. “Is it for me, Cristy? Are you so wet for me?”
“Just you,” she heard herself moan as she watched his cylinder of a cock literally get bigger as it came close, the swollen head looking dark red and huge in the darkness, the tip shiny and glistening in the magical starlight. “It’s all for you tonight,” she muttered as her eyelids fluttered and slowly closed as the heavy head of his cock touched her swollen lips, parting them easily, stretching them alarmingly wide as he pushed his rock-hard shaft into her.
“Ya, Allah, my goddess,” he grunted as he pushed his way into her, his muscular hips exuding power in a controlled yet animalistic way that made Cristy cough out loud as she panted and groaned, her mouth opening wide as if in sympathy to how wide her pussy was being stretched by Rizaak’s impossible girth. “Oh, you are so tight, Cristy. I feel every inch of you against me. So warm. So tight. Ya, ALLAH, Cristy!”
Cristy hunched over as she propped herself up on her forearms and elbows again, watching through her tear-glazed eyes as a long, thick line of saliva drooled out of her mouth and onto the pillow. She was almost hyperventilating as Rizaak pushed himself deeper into her, her breaths coming out shallow and urgent, feverish and raw, and she was gurgling and drooling, sputtering and moaning, and all she could feel was his length, his girth, his goddamn hardness . . . and he was pushing himself DEEPER now, still deeper, and she could feel him growing inside her, the walls of her vagina pressing tight against his slick manhood, and she could feel every inch of him just like she knew he could feel every inch of her, and her nose was running as she spat and swallowed, her fingers clawing at the hard mattress as she felt him finally stop pushing his way deeper.
Rizaak stayed still for a long moment, his cock fully immersed in Cristy’s warm valley. She could feel his pelvis pressed TIGHT against her soft buttocks that felt wet, sticky, and wonderfully secure. She felt him flex inside her now, the movement so powerful, so deep, so unfathomably erotic that she moaned out loud, the sound coming out slow and long, turning into a deep-seated WAIL as Rizaak pulled out halfway, pushed in ALL the way, and then began to thrust.
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The first thrust almost had him exploding in her warm depths, but Rizaak clenched his teeth and flexed his cock tight and held on, his fingers DIGGING into Cristy’s magnificent hips as he pulled back and then pushed in once more, still flexing his cock until he had gained some degree of control over his orgasm. Now he exhaled hard as he thrust once more, his lips quivering as he glanced down at this woman spread before him, her smooth, creamy white back, her curvy, hourglass figure lit up like a beacon beneath the stars, a goddess beneath the clouds, a woman beneath her man, a queen before her king.
A deep shudder passed through Rizaak’s hard, tensed-up body as that last thought flowed through his mind and began to spin and churn, like the swirling waters of a river approaching the great waterfall, and as he began to thrust harde
r, his powerful hips generating a slow, controlled force that made Cristy whimper every time he pushed back in . . . yes, as he felt her buttocks quiver and shake with each deep push of his hips, Rizaak thought he felt a shift in the very cosmos, an alignment in the stars themselves, an inescapable feeling of events falling into place, destiny taking its course.
His mouth hung open as he thrust, his strong hands clawing at Cristy’s wide hips, her round buttocks as she pushed back into him, moaning each time he went back in, and he was going harder now, faster now, grunting as he felt the beads of fresh perspiration roll down his taut face, the ridges of his naked chest, and now his grunts were louder, her whimpers stronger, and Rizaak was pressing and kneading her naked back as he popped off the clasp of her bra that was still on, releasing the globes of her breasts, and now he RAMMED his cock into her as he leaned over and grasped her hanging breasts, pulling and pressing, pinching her nipples HARD as she groaned in ecstasy, whimpered with passion, shuddered with arousal.
He could feel it coming now, almost SEE it coming, and he was thrusting so hard now he could barely keep his eyes open, and his thighs were burning with the exertion but he could not slow down, and now he was almost beside himself with an arousal that bordered on berserk, a desire that hinged on hysteria, a need that danced him close to delirium . . .
. . . and she was HOWLING now as he RAMMED into her with the strength of the gods, and everything was spinning as he thrust and flexed, pushed and pulled, grunted and roared, his heavy balls SLAPPING against her nakedness from below and beneath as Cristy’s wetness POURED down the shaft of his cock, literally DRIPPING off his swinging balls as he shouted and slapped, pushed and pinched, and now he was pulling her hair and shouting out loud, calling out in Arabic as his eyes rolled up in his head, his tongue curled up in his mouth, his balls began to seize up as it pushed his semen up along his shaft like a raging river careening its way to the waterfall.
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