(Yeah, he’s British, too.) I clink “cheers” with him and swallow it down. I felt the waning of his penile pulsation as the warm ooze of cum flowed down my legs. XXX I’ll attend to that in a moment, but first…”
I feel a smooth silk strip of cloth being strapped between my teeth and tied behind my head. My heart pounds. I struggle in vain hope to squeeze my legs together to enhance the sensation. He had completed his mission of bringing a frigid harem girl to orgasm — albeit, not exactly as prescribed by the odious sultan. As I do not care to have my young life snuffed out in so cruel and barbaric a manner, I intend on coaxing the most volcanic eruption of erotic passion from deep within
