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To get better access to Zahra's scrumptious asshole, I lay flat on the living room carpet and she sat on my face. I ate that ass like it's groceries, as they say. Zahra squealed in delight as my tongue slid up her asshole, exploring the forbidden depths of that tight spot. I felt her squirm as she rode my face, and delighted in pleasuring her this way. Just call me the ultimate ass man, folks.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," I said, a little while later, as Zahra got on all fours pressed her thick round ass against my groin. I pushed my dick into her pussy and gripped her hips. Just like that, Zahra and I began fucking. At long last, I was making love to the one female who'd always been there for me. Whether I was seeing a guy or a chick, Zahra would act as my confidante and sounding board. And I loved her for it. Finally, we were one.

"Some pipe you got," Zahra said haltingly as we fucked in yet another position. I was once more flat on the floor and Zahra climbed on top of me, impaling her pussy on my hard dick. I looked up at the wild, disheveled woman who rode me. There was a wild look in Zahra's eyes, and her hair was slipping out from under her Hijab, which for some reason she hadn't removed, and I must say, the combination was frigging hot. I gently caressed Zahra's breasts, rubbing the areolas of her tits, and giving her ass a bit of smacking because that's how I roll.

"Damn, we should have done this ages ago," I said to Zahra, a while later, as I lay next to her, exhausted after some truly great sexing. Zahra looked at me and smiled, and then she got up. I watched as she walked to the nearby washroom, that thick ass of hers jiggling. Hot damn. I smiled to myself, knowing I've just had the opportunity to smash a one-of-a-kind booty attached to a fierce, fantastic and amazing young woman. I am a lucky man indeed.

"Adam, you and I are friends, we fucked, and that doesn't have to change anything, I know you like dick, and I don't mind, I just wanted a piece of you," Zahra paused to say as she stopped at the washroom door. I looked at her and smiled, nodding firmly even though I really wasn't sure what to say. Zahra and I definitely crossed a lot of lines today, and I guess what happened between us is something we both needed.

"Sounds good to me, Zahra, still, as much as I like to play with the fellas and their dicks, that big ass of yours got me hypnotized so I want an encore," I said as I got up and walked up to Zahra, my hard dick standing at attention like a soldier saluting his commander. Zahra nodded as though considering my words and as I got near, she grinned and grabbed my dick, and I joined her in the washroom. Good times, folks. Good times.