A Turkish muslim milf is SHOCKED when american pervert visits her
The sun was slowly setting over the bustling streets of Istanbul as a tall, lean American man made his way through the crowded marketplaces. His name was Jack, and he had a reputation as a mischievous, womanizing expatriate who traveled the world in search of exotic adventures and sexual encounters. Today, he was drawn to the sight of a voluptuous, dark-haired woman in traditional Islamic dress, her figure alluring yet hidden beneath the flowing garments.
The woman, named Aisha, was a married mother of three and a devout Muslim living in her family’s ancestral home in the old quarter. In her late thirties, she had the plump, round curves of Turkish milfs, with full breasts, dancer’s hips, and a plump, luscious bottom that swayed hypnotically as she walked. Her face was kind and beautiful, softened by laughter lines, with dark enigmatic eyes hat spoke of deep passions kept under tight control.
As Jack followed Aisha through the markets, a plan began to form in his bold mind. He decided he would make her one of his conquests, proving that beneath her religious piety, this milf still had desires that could be awakened.
That evening, as Aisha bent over some potted plants in her courtyard backyard, she heard the scrape of a shoe behind her. She turned to see the American man leering down at her, his eyes hungry as he drank in the sight of her womanly curves.
“Hello there,” Jack spoke in English, a language she spoke a little. “I am Jack, from America. You look very beautiful in your traditional dress.”
Aisha’s eyes went wide and she blushed in automatic response to his bold statement and the intensity of his gaze upon her. No one except her husband spoke to her this way, especially not a strange foreign man. She should chastise him and send him away.
But Jack was pouring on the charm, babbling enthusiastically as he waved his arms. “I have admired you for weeks now, longing to spend time in your lovely company. I had to come see you tonight. I have many magnificent things to show you.”
Against her better judgment and the dictates of her faith, Aisha was fascinated by this bold, powerful American man. Even in their disgusting debauchery as they fornicated, Jack continued asserting his dominance with degrading and humiliating talk that she found unbelievably arousing. As he drilled her hard from behind, spearing her repeatedly on his thick, throbbing cock, he kept telling her how he was ‘breaking in her Muslim cunt’ and other vulgar filth that her devout heart found sinful yet oh so delightfully scandalous. She felt swept away on a sexual torrent she couldn’t control.
Gripping her bouncing hips, Jack reached around to grab and squeeze her heavy, pendulous breasts, flicking and tugging on her stiff nipples. One hand slid down to diddle her clit as he fucked her, making Aisha wail and hump back against him. The humiliated milf knew it was deliciously wrong to enjoy this but she gasped and mewled with pleasure as Jack vamped her into climax. Her cunt spasmed wildly on his pistoning cock, milking him for his cum, then she screamed loud as she came with Jack’s fingers and cock. He shot his load deep inside her naughty Muslim milkmaids Jordanian cameltoe snatch, filling her to overflowing with his hot forbidden seed. Aisha writhed, weak-kneed, still penetrated as Jack ground against her ass, growling with his own earth-shattering orgasm. They collapsed together on the bed, sweating, panting, still coupled, Aisha’s lush body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Jack finally pulled out and Aisha rolled onto her back, thighs spread, hot sticky cum already seeping from her thoroughly used hole. The heathen American sickened her, yet she felt a dark pride in having made him lose control. She couldn’t help touching herself, slick and messy with their combined fluids, relishing the obscene stickiness of her defiled slit. Jack took perverse pleasure in putting on a show for the American pig, stroking herself lewdly as she twisted and brazenly fingered her gaping, dripping cunt, letting Jack moan in approval as he watched her debase herself before him. The American filmed her shameless self-pleasuring, capturing every depraved moment on camera to be shared with the world.
As Jack dressed to leave, Aisha was torn between disgust at her own immodesty and satisfaction at having enjoyed such rich, guilty pleasure. It wouldn’t happen again, and she vowed to take more care guarding her virtue in the future. And yet, she couldn’t help imagining when–and in what lewd way–Jack might deliver his next indecent proposal.
