In the heart of a bustling Middle Eastern city, a woman with raven black hair and a body that could tempt a saint resided in a secluded mansion. She was known as the Sultana, a woman of unparalleled beauty and allure. Her most striking feature were her perfect, round breasts that were the envy of every woman and the desire of every man. They were so famous that men from all corners of the world traveled just to catch a glimpse of them.
One day, a merchant named Hassan arrived in the city. He had heard tales of the Sultana’s beauty and was determined to see her for himself. He made his way to the mansion and was granted entry by the Sultana’s guards.
The Sultana was reclining on a chaise lounge in her bedroom, her long black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was wearing a sheer veil that did little to conceal her ample assets. Hassan was struck dumb by her beauty and could not take his eyes off of her.
The Sultana, amused by Hassan’s reaction, beckoned him closer. She could see the desire in his eyes and decided to toy with him. She stood up and sauntered over to Hassan, her hips swaying hypnotically. She stood so close that Hassan could feel her warm breath on his face.
“Do you like what you see, Hassan?” she purred, her voice like honey.
Hassan could only nod, his throat dry.
The Sultana smiled and reached out to touch Hassan’s chest. She traced her fingers over his muscular arms and chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Follow me, and I will show you true pleasure.”
She took Hassan by the hand and led him to her bed. She sat down and motioned for Hassan to join her. He did so, his heart racing.
The Sultana leaned in and kissed Hassan, her lips soft and inviting. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. Hassan responded in kind, his hands wandering over her body.
The Sultana broke the kiss and stood up. She slowly removed her veil, revealing her perfect breasts. Hassan’s eyes widened in appreciation and he reached out to touch them. The Sultana moaned as his fingers brushed against her nipples, they hardened under his touch.
Hassan leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. The Sultana arched her back and moaned, her hands tangled in Hassan’s hair.
Hassan continued to lavish attention on her breasts, alternating between sucking and caressing them. The Sultana was writhing in pleasure, her moans getting louder and louder.
Hassan then moved his hand down to the Sultana’s wetness, he started to rub her clit softly, making her moan even louder. He then inserted a finger into her pussy, making her gasp. He started to move his finger in and out, while still rubbing her clit with his thumb.
The Sultana was close to the edge, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. Hassan increased the pace, his fingers moving faster and faster. The Sultana’s body tensed and then she cried out as she reached her peak, her orgasm washing over her like a wave.
Hassan then removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth, tasting the Sultana’s essence. He then stood up and removed his clothes, revealing his hard cock. The Sultana’s eyes widened as she saw it, she licked her lips in anticipation.
Hassan climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between the Sultana’s legs. He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. The Sultana wrapped her legs around Hassan’s waist, pulling him closer.
Hassan then guided his cock to the Sultana’s entrance and slowly pushed himself inside. The Sultana moaned as he filled her, her nails digging into Hassan’s back.
Hassan started to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of the Sultana’s wet pussy. She moaned and arched her back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Hassan then changed the angle, hitting her G-spot, she moaned louder and louder. He then picked up the pace, his thrusts getting harder and faster. The Sultana was close to the edge again, her moans turning into cries of pleasure.
Hassan then pulled out and flipped the Sultana onto her stomach. He then entered her from behind, his thrusts harder and faster. The Sultana moaned and pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Hassan then reached around and started to rub the Sultana’s clit again, making her moan even louder. She was close, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. Hassan then increased the pace, his thrusts harder and faster.
The Sultana then cried out as she reached her peak again, her orgasm washing over her like a wave. Hassan then followed, his own orgasm taking over him. He collapsed onto the Sultana, both of them panting and covered in sweat.
They laid there for a while, their bodies intertwined. The Sultana then turned to Hassan and whispered, “You have pleased me, Hassan. You may come again.”
Hassan smiled and pulled the Sultana closer, already looking forward to their next encounter.
