In the crowded streets of Marrakech, a striking woman with short, dark hair caught my eye. She was a vision of beauty with her olive skin and piercing brown eyes. I couldn’t help but follow her as she entered a small riad.
The next day, I returned to the riad, hoping to see her again. To my surprise, she was there, and she recognized me. She introduced herself as Amina, a local artist. Our connection was immediate, and we decided to spend the day together.
Amina led me to a secluded courtyard, where a large shower was hidden behind a lush garden. She suggested we freshen up before exploring the city. As we undressed, I couldn’t help but admire her toned body and the small tattoo of a lotus flower on her lower back.
Once in the shower, Amina pressed herself against me, her lips finding mine. Our bodies intertwined as the water cascaded down our skin. She reached down, taking my cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently. I moaned as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft.
I reached down, cupping her breasts in my hands, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She moaned around my cock, sending vibrations through my entire body. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, but I wanted more.
With a wet finger, I traced a line down her body, stopping at her clit. I began to circle it gently, feeling her body tremble beneath my touch. She released my cock, gasping for air. I took the opportunity to spin her around, pressing her against the shower wall.
I entered her from behind, her wetness welcoming me in. She cried out, her back arching as I thrust into her. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other filled the shower, drowning out the sound of the water.
Amina reached back, grabbing onto my hair as I fucked her harder and harder. She screamed my name, her pussy clenching around my cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came inside her with a loud groan.
We stood there, panting and covered in sweat, before rinsing off and getting dressed. We spent the rest of the day exploring the city, but I couldn’t help but think about our shower encounter. It was a moment I would never forget.
