Katy opened her mouth a little, willing Umar to slip his tongue in, but she was getting little response back from him. She broke away from his face, and started kissing his neck, below his beard. As she licked downwards, she heard Umar mumbling in Arabic. “Are you praying for strength to resist?” Katy teased, knowing this was exactly what he was doing. The praying continued, as Katy unbuttoned his shirt, taking time to stroke her fingers around his chest, and down his flat stomach. Looking into his eyes, which resembled those of a rodent about to be eaten by a snake, she started unbuttoning her blouse. She threw it off, into the room behind, and squeezed her breasts together, letting Tony’s boss see what a voluptuous woman she could be. “Do you like what you see, Umar?” Umar continued to pray, but Katy detected a slowing down of his guttural consonants. She unhooked her bra, and slipped it off, allowing her breasts to bounce free. Umar looked down at her pink, round nipples, now hard with excitement, and audibly swallowed. His praying momentarily speeded up. Katy leaned against him, feeling his hairy chest against her tits, and squashed herself into him. “You can’t pretend you don’t want this?” she whispered, her hand trickling down to his waist.
Umar broke off his prayers. “Please, Katy. I’m a good Muslim. I’m married.” Katy’s hand unzipped his fly and reached in. She circled his column of flesh, as rigid as she knew it would be. “Let’s see how good you can be, then.” she said, and got off his lap. Umar gave a momentary sigh of relief.
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