In the sweltering heat of the Middle Eastern summer, Amal found herself lying on her bed, dressed in a skimpy bikini. Her bronzed skin glistened with sweat, and her dark brown hair spread out across the pillow like a halo. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, her mind wandering to thoughts of refreshing release.
Amal’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. She opened her eyes and sat up, her heart racing as she wondered who could be at the door. She wrapped a silk robe around herself and walked to the door, opening it to reveal her neighbor, Hassan.
Hassan was a tall, handsome man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but something about the way he looked at her made Amal feel naked.
“Hassan,” Amal said, trying to keep her voice steady. “What brings you here?”
“I saw you lying on your bed,” Hassan said, his voice low and husky. “I couldn’t resist coming over to see if you were okay.”
Amal felt a shiver run down her spine as Hassan’s gaze swept over her body. She knew she should be embarrassed, but instead, she felt a surge of desire.
“I’m fine,” Amal said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I was just trying to cool off.”
Hassan stepped closer to Amal, his eyes locked on hers. “I can think of a better way to cool off,” he said, his voice full of promise.
Before Amal could respond, Hassan’s lips were on hers. His tongue explored her mouth, and Amal felt herself melting against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Hassan’s hands roamed over Amal’s body, caressing her curves through the thin fabric of her bikini. She gasped as he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple.
With a growl, Hassan picked Amal up and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
Amal’s hands fumbled with the buttons on Hassan’s shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. He helped her, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside.
Hassan trailed kisses down Amal’s neck, nibbling on her earlobe and making her moan. She arched her back as he sucked on her nipples, her hands gripping the sheets.
Hassan’s hand slipped between Amal’s legs, rubbing her through the damp fabric of her bikini. She was already wet, her body aching for him.
With a deft flick of his fingers, Hassan undid the ties on Amal’s bikini bottom. He pulled it aside, revealing her glistening pussy.
Hassan wasted no time, his tongue darting out to taste her. Amal cried out, her hips bucking as he licked and sucked on her clit.
As Hassan pleasured her, Amal reached down and stroked his hard cock through his jeans. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and she longed to feel him inside of her.
Hassan seemed to sense her desire, pulling away from her pussy and standing up. He quickly stripped off his jeans, revealing his impressive cock.
Amal licked her lips, her eyes fixed on his dick. Hassan climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
He entered her slowly, letting out a low groan as he filled her. Amal wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Hassan began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Amal met him stroke for stroke, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
Their moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Hassan reached down and pinched Amal’s nipples, making her cry out with pleasure.
With a final thrust, Hassan came, his hot cum filling Amal’s pussy. She followed shortly after, her orgasm rippling through her body.
Hassan collapsed onto the bed beside Amal, his breath coming in short gasps. Amal snuggled up against him, her head resting on his chest.
For a moment, they lay there in silence, their bodies still joined. Then, Hassan spoke.
“That was incredible,” he said, his voice husky.
Amal smiled, her eyes closed. “Yes, it was,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of them could deny the passion that had ignited between them. It was a passion that would burn bright for many nights to come.
