Cheating Arabic wife Alina Angel gets creampied

The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the sprawling Arabian desert. In the distance, the iconic domes and minarets of a bustling city could be seen, but here, in this secluded oasis, it was just the two of them. Alina Angel, a stunning Arabic beauty with smoldering almond eyes and cascading raven hair, was sprawled on the plush silk bedspread, her curvaceous body glistening with sweat. The tall, muscular man towering over her, his chiseled abs and rippling biceps glistening under the Setting Sun, was her secret lover.

Their affair had started innocently enough, a stolen glance, a brush of hands, a whispered flirtation. But as the weeks turned into months, those fleeting moments of passion had grown into a raging inferno, consumed with a desire so intense it almost bordered on madness. Now, here they were, hidden away in this secret retreat, far from prying eyes and wagging tongues.

The man’s hands roamed over Alina’s body, cupping and squeezing her ample breasts before trailing lower, calling to attention the patch of neatly trimmed dark curls at the junction of her thighs. His skillful fingers parted her silken folds, finding the throbbing nub of her clitoris and tracing teasing circles around it. Alina gasped, arching her back as delicious sparks of pleasure shot through her body.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred, her thick lashes fluttering against her porcelain cheeks. “Touch me, my love. Make me yours.”

The man chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Alina’s spine. “You are mine, my dear. And I intend to claim every inch of you.”

He settled between her parted thighs, his thick, hard length bobbing against her slick heat. Alina’s breath caught in her throat as he notched the broad head of his cock at her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for him, but even so, the stretch of his girth as he pushed forward, filling and stretching her, was almost too much to bear.

“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her nails raking down his muscular back as he began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside her before plunging back in to the hilt. “Fuck me, my love. Fuck me hard!”

The man set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against Alina’s with each powerful thrust. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his strokes. Alina’s cries grew louder, more desperate, her body quivering with the force of her impending climax.

Suddenly, the man rolled to his back, pulling Alina on top of him. She straddled him eagerly, grinding her hips in a circle as she took him deep inside her. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on his chest, her long dark hair cascading around them like a curtain. This angle let him go even deeper, the head of his cock brushing against some hidden spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes.

“Yes, yes, right there!” Alina gasped, her rhythm faltering as he reached up to tweak and tug at her hardened nipples. “I’m going to… I’m going to…!”

Her words cut off with a scream as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his plunging cock. The man grunted, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own pleasure, and then with a hoarse shout, he was coming too, spurting deep inside her in pulse after pulse of hot, sticky seed.

Alina collapsed on top of him, her body slick with sweat and trembling with aftershocks. She could feel his softening cock still nestled inside her, his cum leaking out around it to dampen the sheets below. She nuzzled into the hollow of his throat, breathing in the musky scent of sex and male.

“My love,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his sweat-slick skin. “You are an amazing lover. I could stay like this forever.”

The man chuckled, his hands coming up to stroke over her back in a soothing caress. “Mmm, as much as I would love to, I’m afraid we can’t. Your husband will be home soon.”

Alina sighed, rolling off of him and reaching for her discarded clothes. “Yes, I know. It’s always the same, isn’t it? A stolen moment here, a hurried interlude there. I wish things could be different. I wish we could be together, openly, honestly.”

The man sat up, his brows knitting together in a frown. “You know as well as I do that can never happen. Your family would disown you, your community would cast you out. We have to be content with what we can have.”

Alina finished dressing, smoothing down her robes with shaking hands. She knew he was right, but it didn’t make the ache in her heart any less painful. “I know, my love. I know. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

The man stood, pulling her into his arms and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “I don’t like it either, habibti. But for now, it’s all we can do. Remember, my heart belongs to you, no matter what. And I will come to you again, soon.”

Alina nodded, blinking back tears as he released her and stepped away. With a final aching glance, she turned and hurried out of the oasis, her heart heavy with unspoken longing. In the distance, the lights of the city beckoned, a life of chilling pretenses and empty rectitude. But for now, she had these moments, these fleeting intervals of passion to sustain her through the long, lonely nights ahead. And in her heart, she knew she would endure anything to be with the man she loved.