In the heart of the Middle Eastern desert, there lay a grand palace adorned with gold and jewels. In this palace lived a powerful Sultan, known for his harem of beautiful women. Among them was a new concubine, a young and innocent maiden named Zara.
One day, the Sultan summoned Zara to his chambers. She entered the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The Sultan approached her, his eyes filled with desire.
“Zara, my dear,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
He took her hand and led her to his private bathing chamber, a room filled with steam and the sound of running water. The Sultan undressed, revealing his muscular physique. Zara couldn’t help but stare, her heart racing with desire.
The Sultan stepped into the shower, beckoning for Zara to join him. She hesitated for a moment, but then stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water cascade down her body.
The Sultan pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. Zara moaned, her body responding to his touch.
The Sultan’s lips moved down to her neck, nibbling and licking her sensitive skin. His hands continued to explore her body, moving down to her wet pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness.
Zara gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. The Sultan added another finger, thrusting them in and out of her. Zara’s moans grew louder, filling the shower.
The Sultan then dropped to his knees, his lips meeting Zara’s pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers still moving inside her. Zara’s legs trembled, her body on the verge of explosion.
With one last lick, the Sultan stood up, his hard cock pressing against Zara’s pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. The Sultan entered her, filling her completely.
He thrust in and out of her, their bodies moving in rhythm with the water. Zara’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure. The Sultan’s thrusts grew faster and harder, his body tensing.
With one final thrust, the Sultan came inside Zara, filling her with his warmth. Zara cried out, her body trembling with her own orgasm.
They stood there, their bodies entwined, the water cascading down around them. The Sultan looked at Zara, his eyes filled with desire.
“Welcome to my harem, my dear Zara,” he whispered, his lips meeting hers in a gentle kiss.
And so, their passionate love affair began, under the warm shower, in the heart of the Middle Eastern desert.
