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paki bhabi fucked”What are you doing in here?” Amina gasped and backed up against the shower wall. When her shoulders touched the cool tile she shivered but it wasn’t from the cold. It was the way he was looking at her. It was a look she hadn’t seen personally in years but she remembered it well, a look of lust and hunger that needed to be sated. “You have to leave.” A predatory smile curled its way across his features sending a new shiver up her spine. “I don’t have to do anything.” Zakir was still fully clothed, the only thing he’d taken off so far were his gloves. “I know what I want to do though.” He crossed his arms over muscular chest and peeled his shirt up overhead. Amina’s eyes were immediately drawn to his washboard abs. Something in her stomach fluttered at the sight of him, even the little smudges of dirt covering his otherwise pale flesh.”What do you want to do?” She whispered. Somehow the shower suddenly seemed too small, too tight. She was cornered with a b**st and no possible way to escape. Amina was having a difficult time convincing herself that she really wanted to escape. That she didn’t want to trace the lines on Zakir’s stomach with her tongue and rake her nails over his chest.Zakir very slowly, very deliberately brought his hands to his waist and started unfastening his belt, the entire time staring into her brown eyes with his blazing baby blues. She was so entranced by his stare that she didn’t fully realize he was stripping until she heard his jeans slump to the floor around his ankles. Her eyes reflexively followed then down to a pair of well toned calves that led into muscular thighs and between them? Between them was a wonderful example of male virility. Zakir’s cock was nearly a large hanging here soft between his thighs as his brothers was hard. “You know what I want. It’s the same thing you want.”Amina tried to press herself against the wall hard enough to pass through it and failed. She was still trapped in shower with a b**st who fully intended to devour her body, mind and soul. There wasn’t anything she could do to prevent that. She didn’t want to stop him either, she wanted his hungry mouth feeding on her and his hard working man’s fingers clinging to her and she definitely wanted that outstanding sample of male strength piercing her. Down girl. Amina swallowed hard staring at Zakir. For a moment she had the insane idea that as long as she kept bursa escort her eyes on him that he wouldn’t move. He couldn’t move, he’d just remain right there perfectly still. “What do you think I want?” The already predatory smile on Zakir’s lips curled into something outright feral and he took a single step into the shower. “I think you want me. Zakir took another step forward finally in the path of the first of the showerheads. The water cascaded down over his chest running down his body in little rivulets. Amina had to fight to keep still. She wanted to sink to her knees and drink the water flowing off his magnificent cock. “I don’t want you.” She hissed slid toward the corner of the room.” “I think you’re lying.” Zakir took another step forward, his short brown hair now soaked and plastered to his head, a few stray wisps moving over his forehead. “If you want to go there’s the door.” He stepped out from between her and the door motioning with one arm. The new angle gave Amina a perfect view of his sculpted buttocks. The man looked like he had fallen off the cover of one of her romance novels. He even had that evil sneer that turned her legs to Jello. She took a step away from the wall, felt her leg quiver and retreated back to its safety and support. “So what if I am lying? There’s nothing I can do about it.” Unable to quite support her weight Amina slid down the wall till her rump touched the floor. It left her just about at eye level with Zakir’s cock, now starting to awaken with tiny little twitches. “I’m a married woman.” The words sounded hollow when she said them aloud. She’d hoped they’d have some kind of power to set her free from this trance but it did nothing but cement the reality of the situation around her. She was naked, the only thing providing her with even a hint of modesty was the rising team and a few soap bubbles. He was giving her the opportunity to flee and the only thing she was doing was staring at his cock. “He can never find out.” I know.” Zakir whispered and closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Before Amina could protest or consent he cupped her face in his rough hands and pulled her into a kiss. The contrast between her husband and Zakir was incredible. The difference between Abdul’s almost feminine softness and nearly submissive technique stood in stark opposition to the callous hands currently clutching her face. When his tongue bursa escort bayan thrust into her mouth it wasn’t to dance with its partner, it was to conquer and claim her as his. Amina wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer against him. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest lightly brushing against the coarse curl of hairs there. He pulled her upright and her left leg curled up around his hip almost on its own. She was breathless when he broke the kiss but only for a moment before kissing her again, harder than before, crushing his lips to hers and her head against the wall. His hands eventually fell away from her face, moving down her shoulders to cup her breasts. Zakir eventually broke away from her lips and kissed down her throat occasionally biting down leaving angry red circles on her flesh. He did the same thing down her shoulders, over her breasts and belly. He dipped his tongue into her naval then moved even lower kissing across the swollen pink lips of her nethers. “Zakir!” Amina cried her body going tense. The same leg that had wrapped itself around his waist now came up to move up around his shoulder digging her heel into his shoulder. Abdul never indulged her like this, certainly not without asking. Zakir slid her other leg over his shoulder lifting her up off the ground. The entire world fell away, along with the floor when he surged to his feet. Amina gripped his head holding on tight. For a split second she was aware of how far off the ground she was but his tongue working its way into her nethers distracted her almost immediately. “Oh god Zakir, Zakir, Zakir!” She squealed. Every bit of Amina’s body clenched down around Zakir. Her fingers clutched at his skull, her thighs seized around his skull and her heels dug into his muscular shoulders. Amina ground her hips against his face almost howling as she came. The world was still spinning when Amina felt the cool tiles beneath her feet again. Her legs weren’t ready for that yet and she sank slowly to her knees. When she opened her eyes she was face to face with he largest cock she’d ever witnessed in person. It looked like it was almost as big around as her wrist and if she had to guess seven, maybe eight inches long. Its swollen purple head bobbed and down threateningly only a few inches from her face. Amina didn’t need to be told what to do. Instinct took over and her lips parted and stretched around escort bursa Zakir’s cock. She was less than halfway down the behemoth cock when her jaw started ache in protest Amina reached up gripping his cock in both hands. To her amazement she couldn’t quite close her fingers around Zakir. She whimpered in awe and then started pumping her hands up and down his cock and slurping at the head. To Amina’s delight Zakir wasn’t the kind of man to ask for what he wanted. He gripped her by the shoulders and twisted her around pushing her up against the wall and lined his cock up with her pussy and slowly started pushing. “No, Zakir. I might get pregnant.” She looked at him over her shoulder and aimed him towards her ass. “Do it there.” She shuddered. “I’ve nev-” Amina silenced him with a quick kiss. “Then I’ll be your first and don’t stop till you come no matter what.” Zakir nodded stared pushing into his sister-in-law. At first she raised up onto her toes and the pressure just slowly rose. Then her muscles relaxed for a moment and the tip of Zakir’s cock slipped into her ass. “Are you okay?” Zakir whispered into her ear.”I told you not to stop.” Amina whimpered pushing her hips back toward Zakir driving him deeper into her. “So don’t.” She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out as his cock stretched her open. She didn’t let Abdul take her ass, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt as full as she did with Zakir’s cock nearly splitting her in half. Amina braced herself against the now warm tiles and pushed back against him meeting each thrust. Soon the two of them had worked up a rhythm that had her ass bouncing off his thighs and his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. His rough hands moved to grope her breasts. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She moaned. Even if Amina had asked him to stop he wouldn’t have at that point, couldn’t have. His cock was starting to throb and he kept fucking her tight asshole, faster and faster. His thrusts continued until her arms gave out and here tits were crushed between the unforgiving tiles and her wild brother-in-law. She twisted around wrapping an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Zakir broke the kiss to throw his head back and howl pumping his warm semen deep into Amina’s bowels. His legs faltered beneath him forcing him to lean against the wall keeping her trapped there. The combination of him grinding her against the tiles and hearing him com send Amina into a second eruption of pleasure. “He can never, ever find out what happened here.” Amina whispered easing off Zakir’s cock. She heard it slap wetly against his thigh.