Curvy wives are built for sex all night

Scene: A lavish, dimly lit bedroom. The air is thick with the Head space of incense and anticipation. The queen-sized bed is piled high with silken pillows and luxurious linens in rich, jewel tones. The walls are draped with sheer, diaphanous fabric that shimmers in the soft, ambient light.

Enter Samira, an exquisite and curvaceous young woman wearing a scandalous harem costume. The gossamer veils and sequined fabric cling to her every dip and curve, leaving little to the imagination. Her dark hair cascades down her back in glossy, wavy locks. A sparkle in her kohl-lined eyes and a sultry smile plays on her full, lush lips.

Samira saunters over to a plump, velvet armchair and languidly drapes herself across it. Then extends one delicate, henna-tattooed hand towards the empty space before her. “Welcome,” she purrs throatily, “To a night of endless pleasure and lust. A night where your every fantasy will come to life, fulfilling your deepest carnal desires. I am your exotic concubine, here to serve your every need. My body is your temple, my flesh is your offering.”

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom swings open, revealing Tamer, a strapping, handsome young man. His chiseled features are softened by kind, teasing eyes. He’s clad in a billowing white tunic and loose pants that hang low on his hips, drawing focus to his lean, muscular physique. A hint of hair peeks out from his opened collar.

“Has my mistress grown impatient, awaiting her lover’s arrival?” Tamer drawls, striding into the room with an air of casual confidence. His eyes roam over Samira’s body appreciatively.

“The night is young, my love,” Samira replies, sitting up languorously. “But the moment I laid eyes on you, I was aflame with desire.” She pats the plush seat beside her invitingly. “Come, let me worship you as you deserve.”

Tamer settles himself next to her, pulling Samira onto his lap, hands roaming and caressing her curves through the whisper-thin fabric. They lose themselves in a heated kiss, lips moving urgently against each other’s. Tamer’s hands slide under the crocheted top to cup and squeeze those perfect, bountiful breasts. Samira arches her back, pressing her chest into his touch, savoring the feel of his strong, rough hands on her tender flesh.

Abruptly, Samira breaks the kiss and swinging herself around, straddles Tamer’s hips. She shimmies and grinds against the growing bulge in his pants. He groans, hips bucking up to meet her.

“Such a hungry beast, my love,” she laughs breathily. With teasing fingers, she hooks the thin straps of her top and tugs them down, finally freeing her breasts. They bounce and sway with the movement, tickling against Tamer’s chest. Shrugging out of the top completely, she throws it aside.

Tamer’s eyes glaze over, pupils dilating with unbridled lust as he takes in the glory of her bare breasts, full and ripe like two perfect, juicy fruits. He takes them in his hands, thumbs circling and flicking her pebbled nipples. Samira gasps, head thrown back, blonde hair spilling in luxurious waves.

Lossing patience, Samira reaches down to unfasten Tamer’s pants, pulling his pulsing manhood free. She strokes it reverently, savoring his hiss of pleasure. With a coy smile, she lifts herself up and impales herself on that thick, rigid pole.

They both moan long and low as an electric current of pleasure zings through them. Tamer’s hands fly to her hips, holding her steady as she starts to rock and undulate, riding him with wanton abandon.

“Yes, that’s it, oh God…just like that,” Tamer groans, eyes rolling back in bliss.

Samira throws her head back, tongue peeking out to wet her lips. Her body ripples with every thrust and undulation. Leaning forward, she takes his lower lip between her teeth and bites down just hard enough to sting. Tamer growls, bucking up hard, forcing a high pitched keen from Samira’s throat.

Gripping her hips bruisingly tight, he starts to thrust up into her hard and fast, grunting with the effort. Samira meets him stroke for stroke, just as needy, if not more. The room is filled with the lewd sounds of flesh on flesh, grunts and gasps, and occasional obscenities.

Tamer suddenly flips their positions, pinning Samira beneath him and slamming into her. He pistons in and out at a furious pace, reveling in her wanton cries and mewls of pleasure. Sliding a hand between their sweat slicked bodies, he circles her swollen clit.

“Yes! Oh fuck, there! Don’t stop!” Samira babbles, writhing beneath his onslaught.

Within moments, Samira is flying over the edge, her release crashing through her, setting every nerve alight. Tamer slams into her twice more before coming undone beneath a lustful roar to spill himself deep inside her.

They collapse into a sweaty, panting heap, limbs entwined. Tamer rolls them to the side, still buried inside her. They lie like that for a long moment, basking in the intimate afterglow.

Then Samira leans in to whisper hotly against his ear, “Ready for round two, lover?”

This is only the beginning of their night of unbridled passion. Night is still young…