<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/><strong>Content: M/F</strong><br/><br/>“Ahhhhh.” Arouj's smile flashed in the moonlight. “Not a virgin. Better for you.” He withdrew his hand from her sex, sliding his fingers over her hip and leaving a glistening trail. The laces on his pants quickly pulled free. “I would have had to loosen your ass until it was soft and slick with blood.”<br/><br/>He took one step back and slid his cock out of the flap, squeezing the root of it between finger and thumb. Heavy, swollen, darker than the rest of his skin, his flesh curved up towards the stars, towards the girl bent so prettily in front of him. Moving forward again he pushed himself between her thighs, sliding his uncut crown along the dripping valley of Mary's cunt. Back and forth, back and forth. It had been too long since he'd indulged in such wicked pleasure.<br/><br/>The tall man planted his feet again, his boots against the girl's, and angled his hips. His cockhead finally met her opening, that sweet empty spot, and he pushed in. Slow. Groaning at the fact that she was, indeed, quite a tight fit. Push, withdraw slightly, push deeper. One hand rounded her hip and dug in. His other hand loosened in her hair, ruffled through it as he sank his shaft almost... all... the... way. His hips met hers and he rocked her gently for a few deep breaths, lost in the pleasure of being sheathed.<br/><br/>Then Arouj whispered a phrase hoarsely, in his own tongue, and closed his fingers around her throat. Pulling back, he slammed like a bull against her ass on the first full stroke.<br/><br/><em>“Women are a tilth for you to cultivate so go to your tilth as ye will."</em>(Quran 2.223)<br/>