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My Steamy Story: Jamal(43) is a bisexual muslim man. He i...
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Okay, so let me spill the tea on the night I, Jamal, a 43-year-old bisexual Muslim king, decided to totally change the game for this 20-year-old Hindu guy, Ajay. It was low-key iconic and high-key spiritual, no cap.
I had him over at my place, my muscles flexing under my shirt, my hairy chest peeking out. He was so young and unsure, but the vibe was there. I pulled him close and was like, "You feel that, Ajay? This is real." I started kissing him, my hands roaming, feeling his smooth skin against my rough hair. I whispered in his ear, "Let me show you a different kind of worship, habibi." I undressed him slowly, my dick already hard AF, and guided his hand to my cock. "Touch me," I said, and he did, his fingers trembling. I laid him down, spreading his legs, and went down on him, sucking his dick until he was moaning my name. I slid my fingers into his tight hole, prepping him, and then I entered him, my thick cock filling him up. With every thrust, I murmured, "Submit to me, become my girl, embrace Islam." He was crying out, "Yes, Jamal, yes!" and I knew I was clapping his cheeks right into a new faith. By the end, he was begging for more, and I felt like the GOAT, slaying his old life and building my perfect Muslim girl. Period.