My hands slid up her body to her breasts. Cartoon sex “I am,” I moaned. “Now, I know you must be tired, but my cousin wishes to get the formalities out of the way,” he said as we exited the airport. We pleasured her while I thrust my fingers deep into her twat. “Some are not… He moved forward, breaking away from one of his two wives. To find out how beautiful she was beneath her dress. Every time I buried into her, I savored the feel of her rippling flesh. She tasted so sweet. Tangy delight. Then Wahida appeared, wearing a maroon hijab and blue dress, her delicate face smiling. The imam and his wife. I groaned as she nuzzled into my blonde bush. Our own King shared his queens with President Woodward. “Mmm, come make our wife feel amazing,” I purred. Breed me. “Are you wondering what I taste like?” I asked, such heat surging through me. I groaned into her lips, loving her with my every stroke. I thought women could drive in the Kingdom.”
“Technically,” he
