The rain hammered the windshield as I offered Maryam a lift home. My best friend's wife sat beside me, modest in her silk headscarf yet radiating that signature arrogant tilt of her chin. "You really think this little favor buys you anything, driver?" she quipped, voice sharp as a blade. "I'm not some naive girl impressed by chivalry."
"Chivalry?" I laughed, glancing at her. "More like common sense. Your husband left you stranded. Admit it, Maryam, part of you enjoys the rescue."
She smirked, crossing her legs. "Enjoys? Darling, I tolerate it because the alternative is walking in heels. But don't flatter yourself—your charm is as thin as your excuses."
The banter crackled like electricity. "Thin?" I countered. "Says the woman whose eyes keep drifting south. Feeling a bit horny in that headscarf, are we?"
"Horny? How crude. Though if we're being honest, your persistence is... mildly intriguing." Her words dripped with wit, but her breathing quickened. I pulled into a secluded spot. "Intriguing enough to explore?"
She didn't submit; she leaned in, strong and commanding. "On my terms, or not at all." Clothes loosened amid panting and sweating. My cock grew hard under her touch. She stroked it firmly, then took me in a teasing blowjob, her tongue wicked. "Not bad," she murmured, "but let's see you earn the rest."
Her pussy was wet and dripping as she guided my hand. "Feel that? All for you—if you can handle it." I slid into her ass, tight and explosive. We moved together, her strong hips setting the pace, both of us panting. She came first with a sharp cry, then I followed, cum spilling as we collapsed in heat.
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