Im Laden geht die fette Lady ihm an den Schwanz

Title: “The Big-Titty Babe’s Naughty Public Exploit in the Mosque”

The scene opens with a sultry, curvy brunette sauntering into the mosque, her voluptuous figure barely contained by her form-fitting black abaya. Her ample bosom heaves with each breath as she makes her way down the center aisle, her eyes scanning the room. Ashedral and patrons turn to face her, a hush falls over the crowd as it becomes apparent that this isn’t your average faithful worshipper.

Maria, for that is our temptress’s name, has a glint in her eye and a smirk playing on her plump, glossy lips. She strides with confidence towards the wing-backed praying bench at the front of the room, her wide hips swaying seductively with each step. The deep V-neck of her abaya gapes open slightly as she lowers herself onto the bench, giving the awestruck congregation a tantalizing view of her massive, barely-concealed breasts.

“Hiya y’all,” she purrs in a thick Southern drawl, “I hope ya don’t mind me droppin’ in on yer prayer session today. I just thought y’all could use a lil’ extra excitin’ during services.”

Adjusting her posture, Maria props one stiletto-clad leg up on the edge of the bench, letting the abaya ride up her thick thigh. She props her elbow on her knee, her chin resting in her hand as she starts to slowly, sensually rub her other hand up and down her curvy hip. Her eyes gleam mischievously as she notices the bulge slowly growing beneath the prayer robes of more than a few of the male worshippers.

“Mmm, I can see that some of you boys are already pretty excited to get the show started, heh!” Maria chuckles, her voice dripping with seduction. She slowly stands back up, and starts to unzip the front of her abaya. The tight material slips off her shoulders, fluttering to the ground and exposing the see-through black lace teddy underneath that barely contains her colossal, jiggling breasts.

The rest of the mosque is in shocked silence, jaws hanging open as they behold the supremely stacked temptress perched up front. Maria gives her immense rack a push upwards, settling her breasts into her hands and lifting them up and out, putting them front and center for all to see. “Well boys, what do you think of these big, fat lady hummers?” she says with a wink. “You like ’em?”

A man-whore is called in to worship the Mosques biggest and sexiest prayer bench with his hulk sized Johnson ensuring it is squeaky clean before consumption by the Mosque’s high priest.

On the other side of the mosque, the maleemas, heading imam from the Al-Fahim Mosque in Cairo, Egypt, enters the prayer hall through one of the side entrances. He and two of his attending male emas, all of whom were indeed quite excited, made their way over to the prayer bench where Maria was presenting her goods. The imam’s eyes looked up to the sky in prayer, and he whispered something before he spoke.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, may you be blessed among women, and blessed be the fruit of this banishment sown within your womb. Holy shit lady, you ain’t foolin’ no one but maybe yourself with this blatant display. Begone from the house of the Lord!”

The crows of the white pigeons were then heard as soon as the Priest finished his prayers and they flew around the Mosque roof, dropping their fresh white droppings pumping up the already sticky meats. The birds flapping their wings, the new and the old sewage hitting around the church and its visitors who watched in amazement at how plump and shapely these holy creatures of purpose were to carry out their biblical duties.

“You demanding little cunt! Begone from the house of God!” he warned.” Y’all just gonna stand there like a bunch of limp-dicked lip-asses? You heard me, it’s time to carry this pious piss-whore outta here!”

And with supernatural speed and vigor, he and his two male emas pounced upon the praying bench.

Pulling the now squealing goddess Maria off the bench, they carried her out on their shoulders, her huge breasts flopping and jiggling wildly as she was unceremoniously hauled towards the entrance.

“Hey! Put me down you sanctimonious shitbags!” she hollers, all the while giggling with glee as she feels their firm hands gripping her thick body. Looks like this naughty babe’s unexpected mosque visit is about to get more physical than she bargained for…

Out onto the bustling city streets, the crowd spills, hooting and hollering as they watch the spectacle unfold. Maria is hefted up and deposited atop a marble pedestal in the middle of the town square, her stilettos scraping against its edge.

“This… this will not stand!” a muffled exclamation is heard from within the folds of a Vegas chapel, and out emerges a mousy little man, his eyes bulging like some kind of cartoon caricature. He bustles towards the crowd with the authority of a deflated cheeseball.

“I was just about to get married! stamp it out! stamp it out!” Maria shouts toward the male emas, as she dances on top of the pedestal, her breasts threatening to pop out of her flimsy black teddy with each shaky step. The male emas are momentarily stunned by the obscene sight before them, but they quickly recover, storming in her direction.

“Get back inside, whore! You are a blight upon our pious city!” One of the male emas grabs her hands, preventing them from clutching her tits. “Worship the majesty of our fine city, slut!” the other one snarls, giving her fat tit a sharp smack. Maria yelps at the sudden pain, but it quickly turns to pleasure as she feels it throb under the firm slap.
Her arms are pulled behind her back, her wrists tied together in a set of prayer beads. “Shut up, you fat bitch!” The male emas shove her to her knees on the hard cobblestone. “Shut up and worship these majestic tits!” As if in a trance, she leans forward and starts sloppily worshipping, licking every bare inch of the male emas sweaty, pulsing cum-pipe that were now level with her parted lips.