In the opulent sauna of the Sultan’s palace, Jamila, a voluptuous 25-year-old woman with olive skin and raven hair, lay on the cedar wood bench, her body glistening with perspiration. Her full breasts, barely contained by her push-up bra, rose and fell with each heavy breath. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander while the heat enveloped her, and her thoughts fixated on the young guard assigned to protect her, Karim.
Karim, a tall and muscular 22-year-old Arabic man, entered the room, his eyes immediately finding Jamila. Her heart raced as she watched him approach, his gaze unwavering from her body. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.
“Jamila,” he greeted her, his voice thick with desire. “You should be careful in the heat. You might catch a chill.”
Jamila smiled mischievously, her eyes sparkling with a devious idea. “Will you keep me warm, Karim?”
Before he could respond, she sat up, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the side. Karim’s breath hitched in his throat as he beheld her perfect, supple breasts.
“Jamila…” he whispered, trying to find his words.
“Shh,” she soothed him, placing a finger on his lips. “Let me show you how I like it.”
Jamila leaned in, pressing her lips to his. Her tongue danced with his, igniting a fire within them both. She reached down, gripping his swelling cock through his trousers, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from Karim.
She broke the kiss, trailing her lips down his neck, nipping and licking his sensitive skin. Her fingers deftly undid his belt, freeing his rigid shaft.
“Oh, Allah,” Karim murmured, his head falling back as she took him in her mouth. Her lips slid down his length, her tongue swirling around his tip. She sucked and teased, her hand gripping his base, working in tandem with her mouth.
Karim’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. His hips bucked, driving himself deeper into her eager mouth.
“Jamila,” he gasped, his voice strained. “I’m going to-“
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and determination. She quickened her pace, her hand and mouth working in harmony.
With a final, desperate thrust, Karim’s release spilled into her waiting mouth. Jamila drank him in, her moans muffled by his pulsating cock.
As their heavy breathing filled the room, Karim pulled Jamila to her feet, wrapping her in a tight embrace. They stood there, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, knowing that their secret was safe within the walls of the sauna.
