She walked into the hotel room like she owned the night, hijab still pinned tight, coat buttoned to her throat. The second the door clicked shut she grabbed my belt and yanked me close. "Don't talk. Just fuck me," she said, voice low and filthy. Her name was Amina and she'd been texting me for weeks about how wet she got thinking about getting railed while still wearing that scarf.
I shoved her against the wall and ripped the coat open. Underneath she wore nothing but a thin black dress that clung to her heavy tits and wide hips. The hijab framed her face, dark eyes already glassy with want. I yanked the dress up to her waist and found she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already dripping down her thighs.
"Look at this greedy cunt," I growled, sliding two fingers straight into her. She gasped, hips bucking. "You've been walking around all day like a good girl and you're soaked like a slut."
She moaned and pushed back onto my hand.
"Shut up and use it." I finger-fucked her hard, thumb grinding her clit, until her knees shook. Then I spun her around, bent her over the bed, and freed my cock. I didn't ease in. I slammed home in one thrust, burying every inch in that tight, hot pussy while her hijab stayed perfectly in place.
"Fuck, yes," she hissed, pushing back to take me deeper. I gripped the fabric of her hijab like a handle and pounded her, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her ass rippled with every thrust. She reached back and spread herself wider, begging for it rougher. "Harder. Make it hurt."
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees to her chest. The hijab was still on, but her dress was bunched under her tits. I drove back inside her and watched her face twist with pleasure. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She clawed at my arms, cursing in Arabic and English, telling me to fill her up.
I pulled the hijab pins out with one hand, letting the silk fall loose. Her hair spilled everywhere. I grabbed a fistful and used it to hold her still while I fucked her through two screaming orgasms. Her pussy clenched so tight I almost lost it.
When I was close I pulled out and stroked over her open mouth. She stuck her tongue out, eyes locked on mine. "Come on my face. Mark your hijabi slut." Thick ropes painted her lips, cheeks, and the edge of the scarf. She licked it up like she was starving, then sucked me clean.
We weren't done. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock again, and rode me slow and nasty, grinding her clit against me while she whispered every filthy thing she'd ever wanted. By the time we collapsed, the sheets were soaked and her hijab lay crumpled on the floor beside the bed, forgotten.
She smiled, lazy and satisfied, already reaching for her phone to text me the next time she could sneak away.
