In the heart of the Middle East, a sultan summoned his favorite concubine, Lila, a voluptuous woman with olive skin and dark almond eyes. She had been waiting for this moment, her body tingling with anticipation. She entered his chambers, her hips swaying seductively.
“My lord,” she greeted, her voice a soft purr.
The sultan, a man of robust stature and a thick beard, looked at her with desire in his eyes. “Lila, my love, I have missed you.”
He stood and pulled her close, his hands roaming her body. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He trailed kisses down her neck, making her shiver with pleasure. His fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting them gently. Lila moaned, her body begging for more.
The sultan lifted her dress, revealing her smooth, bare thighs. He knelt and buried his face between her legs, his tongue parting her folds. Lila gasped, her hands finding his head as he licked and sucked her clit. She was close, so close to the edge.
With a final thrust of his tongue, Lila came undone, her juices flowing onto his face. The sultan stood, his cock hard and ready. He lifted Lila and impaled her on his cock, her back against the wall.
“Yes, my lord,” she moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist.
He thrust into her, hard and deep. Lila’s moans filled the room, her body trembling with pleasure. The sultan’s balls slapped against her ass, the sound of their lovemaking echoing in the chamber.
Lila came again, her pussy clenching around his cock. The sultan groaned, his cock twitching inside her. He pulled out, his cum spilling onto her stomach. He spread it across her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her body.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. “Again, my love.”
Lila smiled, her body already tingling with anticipation. She was ready for another round with the sultan.
