In the heart of the Middle Eastern desert, a lone tent stood, shimmering with heat haze. Inside, a woman waited. She was Zara, a Bedouin beauty, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. She was topless, her olive skin glistening with oil, her nipples hard in the heat.
At the entrance of the tent, a man appeared. Hassan, a merchant, his eyes fixed on Zara with unspoken longing. He stepped closer to her, his eyes roaming over her bare breasts, taking in the sight of her pert nipples.
Zara stood, her eyes never leaving Hassan’s. Slowly, she reached for the sash around her waist, letting it fall to the floor. She stood, completely naked, her body on display for Hassan.
Hassan’s breath hitched as he took in the sight of Zara’s body. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching out to touch her bare skin. He traced his fingers over her nipples, teasing them into harder peaks.
Zara’s breath caught as Hassan touched her. She reached up, pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues dancing together. She reached for his robes, pulling them open to reveal his hard cock.
Hassan moaned as Zara’s hand wrapped around his cock. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft. She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, nibbling at his earlobe.
Hassan’s head fell back as Zara’s mouth moved down his body. She knelt before him, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft.
Hassan moaned, his hands tangling in Zara’s hair as she sucked him. She moved her head back and forth, her mouth working him hard. He could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening.
Zara could feel Hassan getting close too. She reached up, cupping his balls in her hand. She squeezed gently, rolling them between her fingers. Hassan moaned louder, his hips thrusting forward.
With a final thrust, Hassan came. Zara’s mouth was filled with his cum, her tongue lapping at him as he came down from his climax. She swallowed every drop, her hands still stroking his softening cock.
Hassan pulled Zara to her feet, his lips finding hers once more. They kissed, their bodies pressed together. Zara’s hands roamed over his body, feeling the sweat on his skin.
They broke the kiss, their breathing heavy. Hassan looked down at Zara, his eyes filled with admiration. Zara smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with desire. She knew this was just the beginning of their lovemaking.
Zara led Hassan to her bed, her hands guiding him down. They lay down together, their bodies entwined. Hassan’s hands roamed over Zara’s body, feeling her soft curves. Zara moaned as Hassan’s fingers found her nipples, teasing them into hardness once more.
Hassan’s lips found Zara’s again, their tongues dancing together. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her body. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, teasing her wetness.
Zara moaned as Hassan’s fingers found her clit. He rubbed her gently, feeling her body respond to his touch. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Hassan’s fingers moved lower, teasing Zara’s entrance. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling her tightness. Zara moaned louder, her hips thrusting up to meet his hand.
Hassan added a second finger, feeling Zara’s wetness coat his fingers. He moved his fingers in and out, feeling her walls tighten around him. Zara moaned louder, her breathing coming in short gasps.
With a final thrust, Zara came. Hassan felt her walls tighten around his fingers, her body shaking with pleasure. He continued to move his fingers inside her, feeling her climax wash over her.
Hassan pulled his fingers out, Zara’s juices coating them. He brought them to his mouth, tasting her. Zara watched him, her eyes filled with desire. She knew they were just getting started.
