In the heart of the ancient city of Damascus, the Sultan lay on his opulent bed, his eyes heavy with lust. He had heard tales of a woman, a foreigner, who possessed a body that could rival the harem’s most desired concubines. Tonight, he would have her.
The woman, a French courtesan named Claudette, was ushered into the Sultan’s chambers. She was a vision of beauty, with raven hair that cascaded down her back and curves that could make any man’s heart race. She was no stranger to the Sultan’s desires, and she knew exactly how to please him.
Claudette approached the Sultan, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned over him, her long locks brushing against his chest. She planted a soft kiss on his lips, her tongue darting out to taste him. The Sultan’s hands reached up, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands.
She pulled away, her lips curling into a coy smile. She trailed her fingers down his chest, stopping just above his waistline. She looked up at him through her long lashes, her green eyes sparkling with desire. She slowly undid the ties of his pants, freeing his hard cock.
Claudette wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her thumb gently caressing the tip. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the drop of precum that had formed. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around his girth. She sucked and stroked, her head bobbing up and down.
The Sultan moaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair. She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size. She could feel him getting closer, his hips bucking as he fucked her mouth.
