In the heart of the ancient city of Istanbul, a wealthy sultan lived in a sprawling palace with his harem of beautiful women. Among them was Layla, a woman of middle eastern descent, known for her voluptuous figure and big hips. She had the power to enthrall any man with her exotic beauty and irresistible charm.
One day, the sultan summoned Layla to his chambers. He had been admiring her from afar and was eager to sample her charms. Layla, always one to relish a challenge, was more than happy to oblige.
As they sat together on a plush divan, Layla locked eyes with the sultan, her gaze full of desire. She leaned in, her full lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other’s mouths.
Layla’s hands wandered over the sultan’s chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his tunic. She nibbled at his earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from him. She trailed her lips down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake.
The sultan’s hands were not idle either, as they roamed over Layla’s curvaceous figure. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress. Layla arched her back, pressing her chest into his hands.
The sultan’s fingers found their way to Layla’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled her closer. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and she ground her hips against him, desperate for more.
Without breaking their kiss, the sultan lifted Layla’s dress, exposing her bare thighs. He trailed his fingers up her legs, teasing her as he neared her wet center. Layla gasped as he brushed against her clit, the touch sending waves of pleasure through her body.
The sultan broke their kiss, trailing his lips down Layla’s neck and chest. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Layla moaned, her hips bucking as she rode his fingers.
The sultan’s fingers were slick with Layla’s wetness, and he used it to lubricate her ass. He pressed a finger inside her, feeling her tight muscles clench around him. Layla moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.
The sultan added a second finger, stretching Layla as he prepared her for his cock. She was moaning loudly now, her body writhing with pleasure.
Finally, the sultan could wait no longer. He positioned himself at Layla’s entrance, his cock hard and ready. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Layla cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.
The sultan began to thrust, each stroke filling Layla completely. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. The sultan reached down, his fingers finding Layla’s clit. He rubbed her in time with his thrusts, sending her over the edge.
Layla screamed as she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. The sultan followed shortly after, filling her with his seed.
As they lay together, spent and satisfied, the sultan knew he had found his newest favorite in Layla. And Layla, for her part, was more than happy to oblige the sultan’s desires.
