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Gentlemanly Imran couldn’t resist his grateful, busty student’s advances
I always prided myself as a professional.
An honest family man.
A dedicated husband.
But praise to Allah, I needed the strength and resolve to pass this trial.
For many years, Fatima had denied me the warm embrace of her body. In fact, I could hardly remember the last time we made love. Our youngest son is in university now, and I cannot recall if we made had sex since she gave birth to such a blessed child.
Such thoughts vexed me as I was trapped in a small box of a car, waiting as the lingering scent of Ellie’s perfume and faint trace of her nervous sweat wafted inside. I must admit, I relished the smell.
It was a hot afternoon and I waited inside the car in the carpark. I could’ve joined my colleagues inside the office, waiting while our trainees undergo their examinations.
This would be the eighteenth time Ellie had taken the test.
Such a sweet, sweet girl. And Allah had blessed her with breasts larger than a pair of honeydew melons. My penis swelled in my trousers at the thought. Ellie was devoid of modesty, an affliction all too common with the girls in this country. I…