In the scorching heat of the Arabian desert, a sultana named Layla lay on a plush daybed by the palace pool, her thoughts drifting to the handsome stranger she had seen at the market earlier that day. She couldn’t get his chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes out of her mind.
Layla had been wearing a striking, two-piece bikini, adorned with gold coins and sparkling gemstones, that accentuated her curves and left little to the imagination. Despite the modest culture, she had always been a free spirit, unafraid to express her sexuality.
Later that night, as the moon hung high in the sky, Layla heard a knock at her chamber door. She opened it to find the stranger, his eyes blazing with desire.
“I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer,” he growled, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a fiery kiss.
Layla responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his as they explored each other’s mouths. He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling and licking, causing her to moan with pleasure.
He reached behind her and unfastened her bikini top, freeing her ample breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple until it was rock hard.
Layla arched her back, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She reached down and stroked his hard length through his trousers, feeling him throb with desire.
He pulled off her bikini bottom, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, then two, pumping them in and out as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
He replaced his fingers with his cock, thrusting deep inside her. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his pace steady and confident.
He changed positions, taking her from behind, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together. She could feel her orgasm building, her moans growing louder as he pounded into her.
With a final thrust, she came hard, her muscles clenching around him as he emptied himself inside her.
They lay together, panting and spent, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
The end.
