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I’ve been living with you for a few days and I’m slowly starting to accept the pull that I feel towards you.
Getting ready in my usual Muslim attire that morning, I spot a dress you laid out for me the night before, and decide to wear it.
No hijab, I wait for you downstairs, before showing off how I look in the pretty red dress, presenting myself like an obedient slut and doing my best to persuade you to let me worship your BWC.
And of course, you oblige… I climb on top and show you exactly how much I adore your superior cock. I grind on it, reaching such heightened levels of pleasure that I end up subconsciously praying, thanking The Creator for showing me the way to your BWC…
