She was 24, a Muslim girl from a strict family in Delhi, and she was dripping wet the second she saw his cock. Ayesha had snuck out after evening prayers, her hijab still on but her salwar pulled down to her knees in the back of his car. "Fuck me hard," she whispered, spreading her legs. He didn't need more. He slammed into her tight cunt in one thrust, her juices coating his thick shaft as she moaned like a whore.
Her pussy gripped him like it had been starving. She was shaved smooth under her modest clothes, her clit swollen and begging. He pounded her right there in the parking lot, the car rocking, her big tits bouncing under her dupatta. "Yes, fuck that Muslim cunt," she hissed, dirty words spilling out after years of silence. He grabbed her hips, driving deeper, his balls slapping her ass with every stroke. She came fast, squirting around his dick, soaking the seat.
They didn't stop there. He took her to his apartment, stripped her completely, and bent her over the couch. Her round ass cheeks spread wide, he licked her from clit to asshole, tongue fucking her tight hole while she begged for more. "Eat my dirty pussy," she growled, pushing back on his face. Then he stood and rammed his cock back inside her from behind, balls deep, making her scream. Her walls clenched and spasmed as he fucked her raw, no condom, just skin on skin.
Ayesha loved the filth. She dropped to her knees and sucked him clean, tasting her own cum on his dick. She gagged on it, spit running down her chin, but kept going until he pulled out and painted her face. Thick ropes of cum covered her lips and hijab. She licked it off her fingers like candy.
They went all night. He fucked her missionary, legs over his shoulders, pounding her G-spot until she squirted again. Then she rode him, her heavy tits swinging, nipples pinched hard between his fingers. "Call me your slut," she demanded, grinding her clit against him. He slapped her ass and told her she was a filthy Muslim whore who needed cock every day. She came again, shaking, her pussy milking him dry when he flooded her womb.
By morning her body was marked with hickeys and handprints. She pulled her clothes back on, hijab hiding the mess in her hair, but her thighs were sticky with his load leaking out. She smiled, already planning the next time she'd sneak away for another raw, dirty fuck.
