MuslimFantasy – Chubby Girl In Hijab Offers Her Virginity On A Platter – POV
The sun hung high in the arid sky, beating down mercilessly on the bustling city of Riyadh. The air shimmered with heat, but inside a small, dimly lit room, a different kind of warmth radiated from the plump, Volleyball-shaped body of Amara. Her moist, honey-colored skin glistened under the harsh lights as she sat expectantly on the bed, awaiting the arrival of her first customer.
Amara was a 19-year-old Saudi girl from a conservative family, with a face that was round and soft, like a ripe melon. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes were framed by thick, black lashes, and her full, pink lips called out to be kissed. She had an hourglass figure, with wide hips, a soft belly, and a pairs of pillowy breasts that sat high on her chest. Amara’s sun-kissed skin glowed under her black abaya and matching hijab, hinting at the temptations that lay beneath her modest attire.
As she waited for her client, Amara gnawed on her lower lip nervously. This was her first time offering herself to a man for money. She had seen the beautiful women in the videos on her phone, writhing and moaning, their bodies glistening with sweat and pleasure. She wanted to know what it felt like to be desired, to be wanted. More than that, she needed the money to escape her suffocating life in Saudi Arabia and start anew in America.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and in walked a tall, lean man with piercing brown eyes that raked over her body hungrily. He was dressed in a crisp, white thobe and a red and white checked ghwtra that draped elegantly over his shoulders. Amara’s heart raced as the man removed his headscarf, revealing a head of wavy, black hair. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Al-salamu ‘alaykum,” she greeted him, her voice trembling slightly. “Are you here for… the virginity auction?”
The man nodded, a predatory smile playing on his lips. “Ahlan wa sahlan. I’m here for a taste of your sweet honey, lil’ flower.”
Amara felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had never been spoken to like this before, with such raw, unbridled lust. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
She stood up slowly, letting her abaya fall to the floor in a pool of black fabric. Underneath, she wore a tight, low-cut dress that hugged every curve of her body. The dress was a deep, rich purple, accessorized with a matching hijab that framed her face and emphasized her eyes.
The man let out a low whistle of appreciation. “Lovely…
