My Old Friend’s Wife

I arrive at my old friend’s house, and his stunning Pakistani wife Aaliyah opens the door, her hijab framing those sultry dark eyes and full lips, her voluptuous curves barely contained by her tight dress. She smiles coyly, explaining he’s running late, and invites me in for tea, but I can feel the heat radiating from her body as she brushes against me. Alone in the living room, she confesses she’s been craving something forbidden, her hand sliding up my thigh while whispering how wet she’s been thinking about this. I pin her against the wall, hiking up her dress to reveal her dripping pussy, no panties in sight—this slut planned it all. She gasps as I thrust deep inside her tight warmth, her hijab staying perfectly in place while I pound her relentlessly, her moans echoing as she begs for more. Knowing my friend could walk in any minute only makes me fuck her harder, using her married body to unleash all my pent-up lust. God, she’s going to make me fill her up before he even arrives.