In the heart of a bustling Middle Eastern city, in a secluded mansion, lived a woman of unparalleled beauty. Zara, a brunette with long hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, had perfect breasts that were the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. Her husband, a wealthy sultan, was often away on business, leaving Zara alone in their grand bedroom.
One fateful evening, as Zara lay in her bed, she couldn’t shake off the feeling of desire that had taken over her body. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander, imagining the touch of a man’s hands on her body. She thought of his lips on hers, of his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, of his tongue exploring her most intimate places.
Zara’s hand wandered down her body, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. She let out a soft moan as she imagined a man’s mouth on her, his tongue swirling around her hard bud. She slid her hand down further, feeling the wetness between her legs. She dipped her fingers into her pussy, imagining it was a man’s cock.
