I stared into them and frowned. There was something familiar about them. “Imam Karimi?” I said, furrowing my brow. The man stiffened. “No, no, not this man.” His voice was gruff like he was trying to lower it. “Mistaken. “No, no, it is you, “ I said, shocked by the fact he was here. “I thought you liked futas. You married me.” “You fucked my wives!” he spat out, his eyes going wild. “But you wrote the fatwa saying it wasn't adultery for a woman to lie with a futa,” I said. “You said—” He darted out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leaned back against the wall, shocked by this revelation. I thought he enjoyed it when I fucked his wives. He always stroked asian his cock as he watched, furiously masturbating as I pleased his wives. As I made them big cum and cum and cum. My world reeled. September 1st, 2038 Another two days passed in boredom. I thought about every time I was with Imam tits Karimi's wives over the last two months. From the first time when he walked in on me fucking Rizwana from behind as she ate out Fahima, to the last time the day before my kidnapping when he jerked teen off his cock as Fahima rode my mouth and Rizwana my cock. I left the older wife full of my cum as she begged me to breed her. “Yes, yes, give me a child like you gave Fahima,” she'd moaned. “I want a baby. I need one!” “Yes, yes, breed my wife!” the imam had moaned and came as he jerked his cock, crying out in pleasure. It baffled me. He seemed to like being cuckolded. I remember him fucking Fahima so hard once after I finished with her. japan My heart beat with such a frantic pace that I thought it japan would rupture. “So, you didn’t asian see? Which was just another reason why he wanted her so badly, a good mother should be equally as dangerous as she is nurturing. There he was, once again frozen in time and locked with her eyes. He bit his big teen lip and took a couple of timid steps forward before pausing, realising her game, “You… Just want to feel my ass against your thing, don’t you…” “It’s real” she murmured in his ear. Jesse and Tyshawn were sitting at her feet. I needed to keep this guy cool and relaxed so I changed tits the subject back to food. Well, this was certainly new. "Yeah," John calmly replied. John said he was hoping that Sammy would do a 4- or 5-layer wedding cake, but I’m not sure what flavor he is interested in. Maybe Diane or all you ladies have a suggestion,” I say to Jennifer. "What does your top say Emily?" Cumming hard was amazing, but I wanted to make her first time special. I waved to them.