In the heart of the Middle Eastern desert, there lies a grand sultan’s palace. The sultan, a man of dark skin and curly hair, summoned his favorite concubine, a partially nude woman with olive skin and raven hair.
The concubine entered the room, her hips swaying gently as she approached the sultan. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with desire and longing. She knelt before him, her full breasts on display, nipples hard with anticipation.
The sultan reached out, running his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She responded eagerly, meeting his tongue with hers.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive skin. She moaned softly, her back arching as he reached her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, her hands reaching out to tangle in his dark curls.
He continued his descent, kissing and licking her stomach, his hands roaming over her curves. He reached her thighs, spreading them apart. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the candlelight. He leaned in, inhaling her scent before he started licking her pussy.
She cried out, her hips bucking as his tongue explored her folds. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit until she was on the brink of orgasm. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it to hit her g-spot. She screamed, her orgasm washing over her.
The sultan stood, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside her slowly. She moaned, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He started thrusting, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with her own. He reached up, pinching her nipples as he fucked her harder. She screamed, her pussy tightening around his cock.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his orgasm ripping through him. He filled her with his cum, moaning as he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, their hearts racing. The sultan looked at the concubine, his eyes filled with love and desire. She smiled, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek.
They fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies entwined. The desert wind blew gently through the open window, a soft lullaby for the sultan and his concubine.
