Bitch in hijab loves doggy possition

Title: A Dirty Confession from Behind the Veil – When Faith and Lust Collide

I was always a devout believer in the teachings of the Prophet (pbuh). The Koran was my guide, and I strived to live my life according to its sacred words. But there was a secret side to me that I couldn’t reveal to anyone – not even to myself. A side that craved forbidden pleasures, that yearned for the touch of a man.

It started innocently enough. I was alone in my room, engrossed in a intense study of the Koran, when a sudden impulse seized me. I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. With shaking hands, I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a forbidden object – a rabbit vibrator, hidden away from prying eyes.

I closed my eyes and imagined a man’s strong hands caressing my body, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. I let my imagination run wild, picturing him commanding me to assume the doggy position, just like in those dirty videos I secretly watched online. I could almost feel his rock hard erection pressing against my ass, a promise of the forbidden ecstasy that awaited me.

With a soft moan, I flipped up my long black abaya, revealing my shapely behind clad in a lacy thong. I slowly slid the vibrator inside me, gasping as it filled me up. I began to move it in and out, imagining it was my secret lover sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

“Oh yes, just like that,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire. “Fuck me harder, I need it so bad.”

I could hear the forbidden sounds of my own pleasure echoing off the walls of my bedroom. The rhythmic buzzing of the vibrator was a secret message, a communication between two lovers in the heat of passion. I let it take me away to a different world, a land of lust and sin where anything was possible.

As I lost myself in the waves of ecstasy, I kept the vibrator deep inside my pussy. I could almost hear the words of my secret fantasy lover, urging me to take more, to let the pleasure consume me.

“Come for me, you filthy slut,” the voice in my head whispered. “Show me how much you love having your pussy pounded in the doggy position.”

“Oh fuck yes,” I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure. “I love it, I love feeling your cock destroying my tight little cunt. Ruin me, make me your bitch.”

I could feel the vibrations traveling through my entire body, making me shake and quiver with need. I could almost hear the slap of skin against skin as my fantasy lover rammed into me again and again, claiming me as his own.

With a final cry of ecstasy, I came harder than I ever had before. My juices flowed freely, leaving a sticky mess on my thighs. I collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, the vibrator still buzzing softly inside me.

I lay there for a while, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow of my forbidden pleasure. But as I came down from the high of my orgasm, the reality of what I had done began to sink in. I had defiled my body, used it for sinful pleasures instead of the noble purpose of procreation. I had betrayed my faith, my values, my very sense of self.

Tears began to flow down my face as I realized the depths of my fall from grace. I was a dirty little slut, a whore who craved the touch of a man more than the love of Allah. I deserved to be punished for my sins, to be cast out from the community of the righteous.

But even as shame and guilt washed over me, I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure I had experienced. The thought of submitting to a man, of being taken from behind like a dog in heat, sent a shiver of desire down my spine.

I knew I was trapped in a cycle of sin and self-loathing, unable to resist the urges that consumed me. I was a prisoner of my own desires, a slave to the forbidden pleasures I craved.

But I also knew that I could never stop. The need was too strong, the temptation too great. I would always be drawn back to the secret world of sin and lubrication, no matter how much I tried to resist.

And so I made my choice. I would continue to live a double life, a devout woman by day and a sex-crazed slut by night. I would hide my true self behind the veil of my hijab, letting the world see only the facade of pure virtue and piety.

But underneath, I would be the same dirty bitch who got off on being taken from behind, who loved the feeling of a man’s cock stretching her tight cunt. I would be the sinner who prayed for forgiveness even as she crashed on forbidden flesh.

And when the time was right, when the opportunity presented itself, I would find a man who could satisfy my darkest desires. A man who would fuck me like the filthy whore I was, who would make me his bitch in the doggy position.

Until then, I would keep my little secret, my guilty pleasure. I would be the obedient daughter, the devout Muslim woman, the epitome of purity and virtue.

But deep down, I would always be that dirty little slut who loved to fuck like a bitch in heat.

The End