A Muslim doctor is disturbed when she sees his big Frenck cock getting hard

Dr. Aisha al-Kaysi, a devout Muslim physician, had been working long hours at the hospital. She was exhausted and looking forward to a relaxing evening at home. Little did she know, her day was about to take a very unexpected turn.

Aisha walked into her apartment, flipped on the lights, and froze. There on her couch sat Amir, her handsome but-growing-on-me boss from the hospital. He was stretched out, legs wide, eyes closed, and—oh my God—his erection was straining against his slacks!

Aisha felt heat surge through her body, her face flushing. What was Amir doing here? And why was he…like this? She had always tried to keep their relationship professional, despite his frequent flirting and lingering glances. But seeing him in such a compromising position made her heart race and her breathing quicken.

She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. “Amir? What are you doing here? How did you get into my apartment?”

He opened his eyes slowly, a sly smile spreading across his rugged face. “Hi, beautiful. I wanted to surprise you.” His gaze roamed over her body, making her shiver under his intense scrutiny.

Aisha crossed her arms over her chest, trying to maintain her composure. “Well, you’ve certainly done that. But I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to be here like this. Please leave.”

Amir chuckled, the sound sending sinful tingles down her spine. “Not so fast, baby. I think we both need to talk about this…” He gestured to his obvious arousal.

Aisha felt her skin burn with embarrassment. She tried to look anywhere but at the growing bulge in his pants. “I…I don’t know what you mean. I’m not comfortable with this.”

Amir stood, slowly, still smiling that infuriatingly sexy smile. He took a step towards her, and Aisha felt her body respond even as her mind screamed at her to run. “Oh, come on, Aisha. Don’t pretend you don’t want this. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention.”

He took another step, and another, until he was standing right in front of her. Aisha could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.

Amir reached out, his fingers skimming over her cheek, her neck, her collarbone. The merest of touches, but it set her body ablaze. “Let me make you feel good, Aisha. Let me show you pleasures you’ve never even dreamed of.”

His words filled her mind, making it hard to think, to reason. All she could focus on was the size of him, the way he was looking at her, the desire that seemed to project from him in waves.

She knew this was wrong, that she should push him away, tell him to leave. But her body was betraying her, her nipples tightening, heat pooling between her legs. How could something so wrong feel so right?

Amir took her hand, slowly, seductively, and placed it over his straining erection. She gasped at the size and hardness of him, her mind whirling with possibilities.

“I can make you feel so good,” Amir breathed, his eyes dark with lust. “I can give you things you’ve only dreamed about. Let me worship this perfect body of yours.”

Aisha hesitated, her heart pounding in her ears. This was against everything she believed in as a Muslim woman. She had never even considered anything so…impure.

But Amir’s touch felt so good, his words promising delights she had never experienced. Could she really deny herself, especially when he was offering her everything she never knew she wanted?