The car hummed along the dark road as I drove Maryam home, her slim brown frame slouched in the passenger seat with that knowing smirk. 'You know, I've had a crush on you since I was younger,' she said, her dark eyes flashing with wit. 'My brother's clueless friend, the white guy who always got me hot and bothered. Fantasized about white men like you while pretending to pray—screw religion, I'm horny and I want that big white cock now.'
I nearly swerved. 'Maryam, you're playing with fire.'
'Fire's exactly what I need,' she shot back, leaning over to unzip me. Her hand wrapped around my hardening cock, stroking it hard as she whispered, 'Look at this beauty—I've dreamed of sucking it.' She dove in for a sloppy blowjob, tongue swirling while I gripped the wheel, panting.
Pulling over to a secluded spot, she climbed onto my lap, her nice tits pressing against me. 'I'm in charge here,' she declared, sliding her wet pussy down my cock. She rode me hard in the front seat, ass grinding as I grabbed it, her strong hips bucking with witty moans: 'Deeper, white boy—make this Muslim pussy drip for you.' Sweating, we moved outside; she bent over the hood, demanding, 'Fuck me from behind, slap that ass!' I did, pounding her dripping wet pussy while she panted, 'Yes, harder—I'm not submissive, I'm taking every inch.'
As I came close, she spun around, begging, 'Cum all over my face and in my mouth—I love the taste of your cum and this white cock!' I exploded, coating her as she licked it up, grinning. 'Best ride ever.'
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