In the heart of the Middle East, a sultan lay in his hot tub, his perfectly chiseled body glistening in the moonlight. His dark hair was a mess, damp from the water, and his eyes gleamed with an insatiable hunger.
One of his concubines, a young woman with raven hair and olive skin, entered the room. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of the sultan’s mood. But the sultan’s gaze never left her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
The concubine approached the tub, her hips swaying seductively. She climbed in, her body sliding against the sultan’s. He pulled her close, his hands exploring her curves.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. The concubine moaned as the sultan’s hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
The sultan’s hand trailed down her body, finding her wet and ready. He slipped a finger inside her, and she gasped at the intrusion. He added another finger, fucking her slowly as she rode his hand.
The concubine’s moans grew louder as the sultan’s fingers worked their magic. She leaned back, her head falling against the edge of the tub. The sultan’s mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak.
The concubine’s legs shook as she came, her pussy clenching around the sultan’s fingers. He removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, tasting her pleasure.
The sultan stood up, his cock hard and ready. He lifted the concubine onto his lap, impaling her on his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck.
They moved together, their bodies slick with water and sweat. The concubine’s moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of the water. The sultan’s grunts grew louder as he thrust deeper and harder.
The concubine came again, her pussy milking the sultan’s cock. He followed her over the edge, his release filling her pussy. They collapsed against each other, their bodies spent.
The sultan pulled the concubine close, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She smiled, her head resting against his chest. They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until the water grew cold.
