In the bustling gym of a luxurious hotel in Dubai, a beautiful middle eastern woman named Zara finished her intense workout. Her dark hair was tied up in a pussycat bow, and her hijab lay neatly folded in her bag. She glanced at the clock, realizing she still had some time before her meeting.
A few lockers away, a handsome man named Karim was getting changed after his own workout. He couldn’t help but notice her as he admired her beauty and elegance. They exchanged shy glances, and Karim decided to take a chance.
“Assalamu alaikum, I’m Karim. I couldn’t help but notice your incredible energy during your workout,” he said, trying to hide his nervousness.
“Wa alaikum assalam, I’m Zara. Thank you, I always try to give my best,” she replied with a warm smile.
They started talking, and soon, they found themselves sharing stories and laughing together. The sexual tension between them was palpable.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be forward, but I can’t stop thinking about you. May I kiss you?” Karim asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Zara hesitated for a moment before nodding. They shared a passionate kiss, their tongues intertwining as their hands explored each other’s bodies.
“I want you, Karim. I want you now,” Zara murmured, her breath hot against his ear.
Karim didn’t need any more encouragement. He started kissing her neck, making her moan with pleasure. His hands cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples through the fabric of her sports bra.
“Oh, yes, Karim. That feels so good,” Zara moaned, her hands reaching down to stroke his cock through his shorts.
