Arabic Ministers wife fucks her bodyguard
The Honorable Mrs. Fatima al-Kaysi, esteemed wife of the Arabic Minister, was a woman of unparalleled opulence and mystery. Her lush curves were concealed beneath flowing abayas and face veils, yet whispers of her tantalizing figure stirred the imaginations of men far and wide. It was rumored that even her devoted bodyguard, a strapping young man named Z Z Z Y Mozart, was not immune to her allure.
In the sanctum of her lavish boudoir, the daylight was barely perceptible through ornate lattice screens. The air was thick with incense and the scent of forbidden desires. Inside, Fatima lounged upon sumptuous silks, her kohl-lined eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Mozart,” she purred in her native Arabic, “I grow weary of our charade. Surely you must see the truth—this carnal tension that pulses between us?”
Z Z Z Y Mozart entered the room, his chiseled features obscured by a headscarf. His olive skin glistened beneath his uniform as he stepped toward her.
“Your Excellency, I’m a humble servant. My devotion—”
“Spare me platitudes!” Fatima rose, her lashes fluttering. “I can practically hear the ruffle of your garments as you try to conceal your excitement. Don’t you want me?”
She moved closer, until her ample bosom pressed against his firm chest. Slim fingers reached up to caress his jaw. “I can make your wildest dreams come true…”
Z Z Z Y Mozart swallowed hard, his hands instinctively reaching for her. But then he paused, a flicker of morality in his eyes. “We mustn’t. If your husband were to discover…”
“Ah, but he won’t,” Fatima cajoled, trailing her touch down his torso until her fingers grazed the bulge in his trousers. “After all, what happens in the privacy of a lady’s chamber remains there, does it not?”
Her coaxing hands slipped beneath his shirt as she peppered hot kisses across his throat and jaw. “Mozart, we are kindred spirits,” she purred between licks and nips. “Let us leave propriety outside this room and embark on a voyage of sensual discovery…”
With a shudder of resolve, Z Z Z Y Mozart succumbed to his primal urges and drew the lusty woman close for a searing kiss. Fatima returned it with fervor, their tongues twining and delving as nimble fingers worked to disrobe one another.
He divested her of her abaya and hijab, revealing luscious cascades of raven hair and voluptuous curves of fitting a goddess rather than a minister’s wife. She unbuttoned his shirt with urgent need, revealing a well-honed chest that made her ache to surrender to carnal lust.
They tumbled to the sumptuous bed, an elaborate tangle of limbs and frenzied groping. Mozart laved attention on her aching breasts, suckling and teasing the straining nipples until Fatima writhed and keened beneath him.
“Please,” she begged breathlessly, “I need you inside me now!”
Z Z Z Y Mozart wasted no time obeying, sheathing himself inside her slick, welcoming heat. Fatima cried out at the sudden intrusion, then moaned in ecstasy as he began to move. Deep, powerful thrusts that shook the bed and had her gasping.
They made love with wild abandon, heedless of anything beyond their burgeoning pleasure. Z Z Z Y Mozart drove into her again and again, their bodies slapping together obscenely as Fatima’s world narrowed to this one sweet spot where they were joined.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” She clutched at his back, her nails biting into his skin as pressure coiled within her. “I’m so close…”
“You feel divine,” Mozart panted, sweat beading his brow. “Come for me, Fatima. Let me feel you…”
With a keening wail, Fatima shattered, release crashing over her in intense waves. Z Z Z Y Mozart followed, groaning long and low as his own climax overtook him.
They collapsed together, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. But even in the aftermath of this climax, the heat between them still smoldered. This was just the beginning of many sinful diversions and escapades.
“Next time,” Fatima vowed, already imagining new motions, “I’ll teach you many exotic delights. parfaite costume for us to explore together…”
Luckily, in their afterglow, Z Z Z Y Mozart couldn’t refuse. Already, his mind clouded with forbidden possibilities and the promise of more sordid pleasures, he was ready to be Fatima’s corruptible pupil.
