Árabe roludao arrombou o meu rabao guloso
Title: “Ara Blindfolded Brazilian Booty Bandit”
The harsh desert sun beat down mercilessly as the brow-eyed, olive-skinned Arab man sauntered through the winding alleyways of the bustling souk, his thin white robe billowing in the hot wind. His name was Jabbar, a notorious trickster and con artist who preyed on unsuspecting tourists and locals alike. Today, his beady eyes had spied an enticing target – a ripe, full-bottomed Brazilian beauty sashaying down the street, her round, caramel cheeks barely contained by her tiny jean shorts. The light glinted off her long, raven hair, cascading down her back like a silky waterfall. This was one ripe Eqsjut fruit Jabbar just had to pluck.
Strutting up behind her, Jabbar suddenly swiped the oversized novelty sunglasses right off her unsuspecting face with a swift snatch! Oblivious and still blinded by the sunglasses’ sudden absence, the voluptuous brunette woman stumbled onwards, blissfully unaware she was being stalked by a roguish scoundrel. Jabbar cackled to himself, eyes glinting with impish delight as he stowed his ill-gotten sunglasses in the folds of his robe.
Eyes still covered, the pretty tourist minced along, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. Her plump ass cheeks jiggled and quivered like two perfect, mouthwatering mounds of pudding, straining the confines of her tiny shorts. Jabbar couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sexy sight.
Circling like a sleek panther, Jabbar crept up behind his innocent prey, hand poised and ready. With a sudden swipe, he clawed at the hot Brazilian booty, sending the shorts flying down to her ankles! The woman gasped and yelped in shock, but still acted clueless thanks to the missing shades.
Now his prize was exposed for all to see – a perfect, bountiful bubble butt in a skimpy thong, just begging to be groped and spanked. Jabbar couldn’t resist the temptation. First he cracked his palm against one juicy cheek, smack, letting out an approving oooh at the delicious jiggle. Then, such a sight, his hand slid between the compliant cheeks, giving the grinding replay!
“Oh my! Ain’t this a sweet treat on a hot day?” He purred, mesmerized by the sway and bounce of the plump rump. The woman let loose a confused giggle, stumbling about as her impromptu molester took his enjoyable liberties. He couldn’t stop fondling the lush cheeks, smacking and spanking as he pleased.
“Mmmm better than dates in the desert! These are the sweetest cherries!” Jabbar boldly declared to his bystanders. A burst of laughter erupted from the onlookers who had gathered around to watch Jabbar’s naughty act of raunchy public groping.
The sensual spectacle continued, as Jabbar shamelessly pawed at the oblivious Brazilian’s body like a man possessed, groaning in delight. He grabbed at the woman’s thong, yanking it up between her ass cheeks with each wicked smack! Oh how Jabbar relished the sensation, the jiggle of each raindrop with every smack of his paw, and smack of his paw!
Soon Jabbar grew breathless and limp from his thorough fondling and molestation. His victim eventually scampered away, deliciously red-cheeked and mortified, finally realizing her predicament from the that strange missing sensation on her eyes. And yet for Jabbar, it was just another lewdly satisfying day in the market town… Another to ون inbelow from the Brazilian. And as Jabbar sauntered away, fondling the pilfered sunglasses and chuckling gleefully, every child knew they had just experienced a stack to stow from their king of pilfer! Gathering his robes and sauntering away with a knowing, naughty smirk, Jabbar had once accomplished another heap of naughty city trickery!
Such was life in the bustling souk with their beloved’European molester’, a city loon who wove an exhilarating, salacious show with every sneak attack upon the mischievous wanderers. And in the spirit of the town’s playful id who on the sensual, “sweet act!”
