Ahmed slid down his boxers, the fabric catching for a moment on the thick, engorged head of his cock before finally giving way. It sprang free, a heavy, living weight. It was a monstrous, veiny 10-inch cock, rock-hard with a pronounced upward curve that made it look even more intimidating. The shaft was thick, a solid 6 inches in circumference, a pillar of flesh mapped with a network of pulsing blue veins. The head was flushed a deep, angry red, swollen and gleaming, a single pearl of clear precum already beading at the slit. Neatly trimmed, short dark stubble framed the base, a well-groomed but masculine contrast to the raw, primal weapon it surrounded. Below, his heavy, full balls hung low, a dark sac that looked ready to unload a torrent. It was an impressive, daunting length that promised to spear her to her very core.

He stroked himself slowly, a possessive, languid motion, while his eyes remained fixed on Afiya. She lay dazed, floating in the aftermath of Saad’s oral torment—her body thrumming with denied release, her mind foggy. He approached the bed and stood directly before her, blocking the light.