Zahir growls in her lips, sucking on her tongue and wrestling with it with his. He pulls back just long enough to say, "that is my kind of getting dirty," before pressing his mouth back against hers. He presses his body tightly against hers, her breasts mashed against his broad chest. He runs one of his hands through her hair, stroking it as his other wraps around her hips and squeezes her ass.<br/><br/>He presses his cock tightly along the length of her wet slit, teasing her as he thrusts, his shaft rubbing along the full length of her pussy lips and wetting itself in the process. He eventually lets go of her ass. Grabbing his shaft he teases her some more, rubbing and slapping his cockhead against her clit in quick succession before aiming it at the entrance to her warm tunnel. He groans as he pushes deep into her, her tight, wet honey pot resisting as he pushes his thick cock in firmly until his balls rest against her ass. Grabbing around her waist again, he holds her tightly against him as he begins to thrust slow, firm, deep thrusts in and out of her wet tightness.