“Husband!”
“What?” I asked, shaking my fut-dick at them. I was so glad I got to enjoy it. “Yes, yes, yes! You’re both Njam’s wives. Look, look, her silks are growing wet.”
I stared at the girl. My pussy clenched as the two queens licked and devoured each other. “Stretch out.”
She flashed me a sultry smile. Basira’s arms slid around Hana’s. Her legs were lithe as her pantaloons rustled. “I want to see love.”
Hana shivered while Basira nibbled on her cheekbone. My dick erupted into her convulsing depths. I’m eager to build a relationship between our countries.”
“Oh, yes, I saw the relationship you built with England and France.” He smiled. “I have a big cock.”
“Cock,” she repeated, saying the word slowly. Hungry for your cum. All of it!”
“Yes!” Hana growled, her voice low and sultry, a hungry purr. My dick unloaded. It wasn’t ‘nearly as big as mine. “No, no, I need you in me!” whimpered Hana. Clearly she had used the resources of her husband to keep herself looking beautiful, her face adorned with subtle makeups, her mascara thick, making her dark eyes more exotic. You’re both Njam’s wives. “You are making me so… He controlled the largest coalition of Arab countries. Her hand squeezed my shaft, her fingers soft as silk.
