Chapter 31 Mahjub Al-makki

• Mahjub Al-Makki
• Her eyebrows knit together disapprovingly as I move the vibrator away from her hips, traveling up her abdomen, heading towards her breasts, and the desire to suck them overwhelms me. Like a Neanderthal man, I drop the vibrator and rise over her body.
• I grab the collar of her shirt, and with a violent tug, tear the fabric, leaving her bra, which was matching that ridiculous loincloth, exposed. This only excites me further; I feel like my dick is almost bursting out of the swim trunks I'm wearing, but now I'm not going to hide it.