At last, feeling the taint of his cum filling her pussy, Keiko sagged in his arms. Keiko watched with deepening dread the scene now unfolding. Those same testicles, hairy and covered in sweat, looked anything but appetizing. His cock turned rigid, engorged with blood – but still the Sheikh ignored the slave ministering to his testicles. She reached for a bratwurst. As Keiko’s tongue caressed Abdul’s asshole, she tried to listen in on their conversation. Why had Abdul brought her over to hear and see this? The Sheikh now had Chiyoko move around to start slurping on his cock. But they were. “What is this place?”
Abdul adjusted the dark-rimmed glasses on his face. Sheikh Muhari frowned as if he’d just tasted curdled milk. The smell of actual meat made her salivate. And yet there was a sincerity in his tone and in his eyes that somehow coaxed out that desire to trust him nonetheless.
