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The bedroom was warm, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. Ahmed (48, salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, thick cock already leaking pre-cum) and his wife Fatima (45, curvy, full heavy breasts, dark nipples stiff, thick bush above her swollen pussy) had been teasing each other all evening—subtle touches, whispered dirty promises, stolen kisses in the kitchen.

Now they were naked on the bed. Fatima straddled his face in reverse, lowering her dripping, hairy pussy right onto his waiting mouth. Ahmed groaned the second her wet lips made contact with his tongue. He gripped her thick ass cheeks, spreading them wide so he could bury his face deeper. His tongue dragged slow and firm from her entrance up to her clit, tasting her musky sweetness, then circled her swollen nub with hungry pressure.

Fatima moaned loudly, hips rocking instinctively. “Yes… eat me like that, habibi… lick my pussy deep.” She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his thick shaft. No teasing—she took him straight to the back of her throat, gagging slightly on purpose, saliva dripping down his balls as she bobbed her head. One hand stroked the base in rhythm with her mouth, the other gently squeezed and rolled his heavy sack.

Ahmed’s tongue worked faster—flicking her clit hard, then sucking it between his lips, two fingers sliding inside her soaked cunt, curling to rub her G-spot. Fatima’s thighs trembled around his head; her moans vibrated around his cock, making him buck up into her warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck… your mouth is heaven,” he growled against her pussy, voice muffled. “Cum on my face, baby—I want to taste you.”

She ground down harder, smearing her wetness across his chin and nose, riding his tongue and fingers. Her sucking became sloppier, more desperate—gagging, slurping, drool running down his shaft. Ahmed’s hips jerked; he was close. He sucked her clit harder, fingers pumping faster.

Fatima came first—body shaking, thighs clamping his head, a gush of wetness flooding his mouth as she cried out around his cock: “Ahhh… I’m cumming… drink me!” Her orgasm triggered his. He thrust up, groaning into her pussy as thick ropes of cum exploded down her throat. She swallowed greedily, milking every spurt, some leaking from the corners of her mouth onto his balls.

They stayed locked together for long moments—her pussy still twitching on his tongue, his softening cock in her mouth—breathing heavy, hearts pounding.

Finally Fatima lifted off, turned around, and collapsed beside him, lips swollen, chin shiny with his cum. She kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on her tongue.

“Next time,” she whispered, stroking his chest, “we do it slower… make it last all night.”

Ahmed grinned, already half-hard again. “Deal.”