Zainab Sex story

I watched her perky, little breasts bounce and jiggle beneath me as Zainab lifted her arms and crossed them under the pillow behind her head. I stroked her smooth thighs, from her hips to her knees, and kissed and licked at her calves and ankles.

Zainab’s eyes were closed, and she somehow managed to find relaxation despite being bounced back and forth in an impossibly deep fuck. Without looking up, one of her hands slid out from under the pillow and snaked its way down between her legs. The other followed close behind, instead of finding a soft breast, with a nipple to roll between her fingers.

Neither of us lasted long. My thrusts became more urgent, and Zainab’s whimpers got louder.

As much as I wanted to come inside her, I pulled out and wanked my cock over her. Her legs slid down off my shoulders, and she moaned with excitement. I shot jet after jet of cum all over her breasts and tummy. She basted herself in the thick fluid as she brought herself off with her other hand, her body shimmering in the semen glaze.

“oh…” Zainab’s hands messily fondled my cock, smearing my cum along the shaft. She directed the swollen head to her tangled thatch of pubic hair, stirring the thick globs into her muff.

Staring into her eyes, I reclaimed my sensitive member from her. She giggled, then bit her bottom lip with anticipation as she continued massaging my cum into her skin and pinched her nipples. Slowly, I began drumming her pussy with the head of my still-erect cock. Then, shifting slightly, I slapped her clitoral area with it. Each light smack elicited another horny grunt.

I gave her a wry smile as she approached the point of no return, skipping the next slap in rhythm.

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes pleaded with me. “Please.”

I let her hang for an agonizing eternity, maybe a second or two, then I roughly plunged into her pussy. I ground hard into her clitoral area as I staked her to the mattress. The force of the thrust shoved her over the edge. She screamed out, crushing the air out of me in a vice-like grip. But I continued to pound her ravished pussy with what was left of my erection until she fell limp.

It was the burn in my thighs that made me finally release her, unhooking her ankles from behind my back and withdrawing my slowly-softening cock from her well-used cunt.

“Oh, good morning,” she giggled.

I smiled to myself and held her close to my chest. I ran my fingers through her matted hair and basked in the afterglow. “Do you want to have the first shower?”

We exchanged knowing looks and smiles as we traded places in the tiny ensuite. Holding her shoulders from behind as she brushed her hair, I kissed her neck, then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. She let me nuzzle her, purring as I squeezed her bum. But then I slapped her with a giggle as she skipped off into the bedroom to get dressed.

When I emerged from the bathroom after my shower, I saw Zainab lying face-down on the bed. She was naked, with her ass sticking up and her hands between her legs. Breathing heavily, she looked up at me. She made no move.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” I scolded, placing my hands on my hips.

Zainab smiled, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just moaned slightly. Holding my gaze, she brought her oval hairbrush up from between her legs. And then she began spanking her pussy with the back of it, each blow eliciting another small moan.

I frowned, trying to look disappointed in her. But truth be told, I was so unbelievably impressed by her audacity. My cock slowly rising to full mast certainly did nothing to conceal my real feelings.

Zainab didn’t look down at my length, though. Her eyes bore steadfastly into mine as she spanked her pussy. After half a dozen or so smacks, she dropped the brush and began humping her hands against the bed. The whole time, she brazenly stared into my eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I warned, unable to keep the smile from my face.

Zainab glared back at me defiantly, the corners of her mouth curling up in an insolent smirk. The roll of her hips, the elevation of her moans—it all combined in a perfect storm of unadulterated pleasure as she found her release.

“I hope it was worth it,” I playfully admonished as I sat down on the bed while she regained her composure. Looking over my shoulder, I could see her biting her bottom lip, her expression smoldering.

Zainab pushed herself up and sat on her heels. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, grinning at me. Shuffling off the bed, she breathed, “That was really naughty of me.”

My heart started thumping in my chest. I felt my breath shaking as she slowly stepped over to me, a little more swing in her hips than I had seen before. She held her hands behind her back and bit her lip as she smiled seductively. Once at my side, she crawled over my lap.

She was a naughty girl.