In the heart of the ancient city of Petra, a scorching Arabian night unfolded. Amir, a local merchant with a chiseled jaw and piercing dark eyes, invited his guest, a French archaeologist named Claude, to his tent for the evening.
Claude, a middle-aged man with a slight beer belly and receding hairline, couldn’t believe his luck when Amir’s eyes locked onto his and he felt an undeniable attraction. They shared stories of their travels, their laughter echoing through the tent, until Amir leaned in and captured Claude’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
Amir’s fingers ran through Claude’s messy hair as they explored each other’s bodies. He trailed kisses down Claude’s neck, nibbling on his earlobes and causing the Frenchman to moan with pleasure. Claude’s hands wandered down Amir’s chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his tunic.
Amir slowly undressed Claude, savoring every inch of his pale skin. He took a moment to appreciate the contrast between Claude’s body and his own, a desert prince with olive skin and a muscular build. Amir’s lips curled into a smirk as he lowered Claude onto the plush cushions, ready to claim him as his own.
Claude’s breath hitched as Amir’s tongue explored his body, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. He sucked on Claude’s nipples, causing the Frenchman to arch his back and cry out in pleasure. Amir’s fingers teased Claude’s nipples, pinching and twisting them until Claude begged for more.
Amir obliged, moving down Claude’s body and spreading his legs. He licked Claude’s inner thigh, causing the Frenchman to tremble with anticipation. Amir’s tongue found Claude’s erect cock, swirling around the tip and tasting the salty precum. He took Claude’s cock into his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head as Claude’s moans filled the tent.
Claude’s hands gripped Amir’s hair as he thrust his hips up, desperate for more. Amir’s fingers teased Claude’s hole, preparing him for what was to come. He slipped a finger inside, feeling Claude’s muscles clench around him. Amir added a second finger, stretching Claude wide open.
Amir positioned himself between Claude’s legs, his cock poised at Claude’s entrance. He pushed inside, savoring the feeling of being sheathed in Claude’s warmth. Amir began to thrust, building up a steady rhythm as Claude’s moans grew louder.
Claude’s legs wrapped around Amir’s waist, pulling him deeper inside. Amir’s lips found Claude’s, their tongues dancing together as they moved in unison. Amir’s thrusts grew harder, causing Claude to cry out in pleasure.
Amir’s release was imminent, his balls tightening as he felt the familiar sensation build. He pulled out, cum shooting onto Claude’s chest and stomach. Claude’s fingers swirled through the mess, bringing it to his lips and savoring the taste.
Exhausted and satisfied, Amir and Claude lay in each other’s arms, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. The Arabian night had provided them with a night of passion they would never forget.
