The song of the muezzin calls for the midnight prayer. The mosque is colored vertically in red, yellow, and blue with the help of lamps that reflect light in various colors.
The dome is colored circularly with the help of jelly green lights.
*You little vixen, let me introduce you to the revealing ways of the faith!*
>Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
I’m down on my knees begging you to teach me, please.
Show me the way to your truth and light, father.
Yours,
Wickedly
*Woman, you have to follow the shaft of my manhood to attain enlightenment!*
He grabs her head with strong hands and, while caressing her hair, starts rubbing his dick on her cheeks, moving it gently on her face, forehead, eyes, then pushes it into her mouth, lightly at first, timidly, then, seeing that she accepted him submissively, with more firm movements.
He pushes his member between her lips back and forth for minutes, using her mouth as a sexual object until he feels the boiling lava trying to drip out from the pipe.
But before the red volcano erupted, he takes her in his arms and moves her a little further, near the oriental upholstery, where he carefully leans her body to a Persian ornamental cushion.
The scent of her hair was making him dizzy like opium smoke. Holding her huge tits in his hands, he begins to kiss them like a savage.
The senseless time rolls like the pulpy sand through the hourglass.
He grabs the base of his cock and slides it between her breasts.
It’s either a dream or the reality, can you feel how it pulses harder and harder, like a mighty river held untouched by the walls of a dam?
*Thank you, Lord, for showing me once again the benefits of faith!*
>Oh, father, that’s not enough.
I’ve sinned gravely and need the full force of your blessings to reach a loud atonement.
I desire to reach this atonement while on my knees screaming loudly as you drive your oh so merciful rod of forgiveness deep into my sinful tunnel of pleasure.
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>Oh, father, I’m begging you, I need your sacrilegious juices flowing into all my crevices.
I desire your enlightenment, let me see the errors of my way as I devour your manliness. I need to feel your warm nectar blessings me from the crown of my head to the base of my feet.
Oh, father fulfill your duty on this sinner, taking pleasure in the flesh and every hole.
*Not enough?*
*This is an unacceptable affront!*
It was raining hot outside, clear, smelling of mint and freshly mowed grass.
He grips her ass and lifts her into his arms, letting her legs catching him around his hips, and gets her out in the rain.
The cherries and apricots exploded with large, fleshy, brightly colored fruits, as in an expressionist painting.
In the middle of the orchard, he pulls her in my cock like in an acrobat on a swing, with wide, strong movements, defying the slippery and wet grass underfoot.
The natural moisture that embalms my member with every stroke makes it grow and swell more and more like a devilish phallic fruit which grows naturally due to the rain.
We fucked like this for a long time, as if we had just met again after a very long absence until we both fall to the damp ground.
>I don’t want you to stop!
He swirls her gently to doggy style, lifting her backside and moving her buttocks away from each other so that her asshole is laid bare under the beating of the warm drops of rain.
*A fool must be the man who does not know how to appreciate his woman’s tush!*
Grabbing the ornamental pot from the window with a mixture of olive and cedar oils he rubs slowly the sacred potion on her ass crack with circular movements, until the oil mixes with the raindrops, preparing his triumphant entrance.
Teasing her coral rosebud with his thick member, he goes towards the entrance with circular movements, pushing it down and going back slowly, freeing and clogging the entry to the miraculous cave until she gets more comfortable with this new sensation.
Her moans of pleasure and eagerness make him push it deeper into the forbidden hole, squeezing her, filling her hard and rhythmic, pulsing inside her, transforming everything into a wild mixture of sweat, desire, sighs, and rain.
Continue like this all night, like a priapic daemon penetrating his goddess in an ecstatic tantra.
His redemptive lava erupts in raptures countless times into a blissful orgasm.
Towards the morning rain is over and the muezzin’s song calls to the first prayer of the day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hnwt87/the_song_of_the_muezzin