براحتك يامحمود لاتتعجل زوجي ما يسمعنا ،زنقني جاري العنتيل لمازوجي نايم وفشخني فشخ بالأوضة???
The title translates to: “Enjoy yourself, dear Mahmoud, don’t let my husband hear us, fuck me in the next room while my husband is asleep and moan loudly.”
Layla’s husband, Mahmoud, was out of town on business, leaving his beautiful wife alone and horny in their luxurious apartment. Layla, a curvaceous Egyptian beauty with a luscious body clad in a tight abaya, couldn’t resist the temptation to indulge in a little pleasure.
She slipped out of her modest garments, revealing her ample bosom barely contained in a revealing bra. Her shapely rear, barely covered by skimpy panties, jiggled seductively as she made her way to the guest room.
Layla knew exactly who to call for some steamy, passionate fun – her neighbor, Ammar. He was no stranger to Layla’s lustful desires, having pleasured her on numerous occasions while Mahmoud was away.
“Ammar, darling, I need you over here. Right now,” Layla purred into the phone. “My husband isn’t back until tomorrow morning. Let’s have some fun before I need to put my wifely duties back on.”
Ammar, eager as ever, wasted no time getting to Layla’s place. They met at the door, kissing passionately before ripping each other’s clothes off. Ammar worshipped his neighbor’s voluptuous body with his mouth and hands, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
Layla pushed Ammar onto the bed, his impressive manhood springing free. She bounced on top of him, her round rear jiggling with each bounce. Ammar gripped her hips, driving his cock deeper into her eager sex.
Layla moaned loudly, not caring about the neighbors or anyone who might overhear. She wanted the whole building to know that she was getting thoroughly fucked by a big, strong man who wasn’t her husband.
“Zan quantumi Ammar! Zan quantumi!” Layla cried out, begging Ammar to fuck her harder. He complied, slamming into her tight pussy with every thrust. Layla’s moans grew louder as she felt Ammar’s thick cock plunging deep inside her.
Suddenly, a noise from the door startled them both. Layla’s husband, Mahmoud, stood in the doorway in shock. “What is going on here?” he demanded. “I came back early!”
Layla, not missing a beat, kept riding Ammar’s cock. “Khefa 3ala ma bahibk 7asa, ya Mahmoud,” she said calmly. “Your wife badly needed a real man. So I let our neighbor fuck me instead.”
Mahmoud, stunned by his wife’s candor and unashamed actions, backed out of the room. Layla and Ammar continued their energetic lovemaking, oblivious to Mahmoud’s presence. Layla’s loud moans of pleasure filled the apartment.
Ammar climaxed with force, pumping his seed deep into Layla’s hungry pussy. She responded by squeezing her walls around him, milking every last drop of his cum.
As Layla laid on the bed, she grinned at Ammar. “Zayyiya hta, ya habibi,” she purred. “Next time, maybe invite over a few more neighbors to join in.” Ammar smiled and nodded, ready to arrange another messy threesome with Layla.
