Pia adjusted her hijab tighter around her shoulders as she slipped quietly into the dimly lit hall of the Muslim temple. The musty scent of old books and incense filled her nostrils. She could hear the soft chanting of prayers echoing from deeper within.
Pia’s heart raced beneath her thin cashmere sweater. Why was she doing this? She wasn’t even Muslim! But that sight of the big, strapping black man who had entered just moments before her had set off a fire inside her core that she couldn’t ignore. She HAD to have that huge, girthy black cock splitting her open and claiming her tight little pussy, no matter what.
Deftly, she navigated through the winding halls, the soles of her boots barely making a sound on the aged carpet. A large archway opened up into a cavernous prayer room. She hung back in the shadows.
There, kneeling on a plush rug, was her target. The sexy black man bowed in supplication, his powerful shoulders rippling beneath a simple white tunic. Pia’s mouth watered. She could picture what that bulge in his loose pants must be concealing, those thick, meaty ebony shafts throbbing with need for her.
Boldly, Pia stepped out into the light. The man’s head whipped around, his dark eyes widening at the sight of the pale-skinned coed in hijab. “What are you doing here?” he asked in a deep rumble.
“I…I couldn’t help myself,” Pia stammered, edging closer. “I saw you come in and…and I needed you. I NEED your big black cock, right now.”
The man stood up slowly, towering over her. A smile played at his full lips. “Is that so? Well, I suppose we could make an arrangement. Find a dark alcove where we won’t be disturbed…”
Pia was already fumbling at the fastenings of her jeans. She shimmied them down her thighs, revealing a scrap of drenched lace. “Like here, maybe?”
The man made a low noise in his throat. “Like here.”
In a flash, he had her pinned against the wall. Pia gasped as he ripped away her panties. The flimsy fabric gave easily. His big hands groped and squeezed her ample ass before roughly parting her thighs.
“Don’t worry,” he growled, his hips nudging forward. “I’ll give you what you came for.”
And he did. Over and over, pounding her mercilessly against the cold stone until Pia was a babbling, incoherent mess, her pussy clenching and creaming around the huge black shaft pummeling into her again and again. He grunted and thrust as deep as physically possible, flooding her with spurt after spurt of thick black seed.
Finally, they both collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, she with his softening cock still buried inside her, and he cradling her in those strong arms. “You’re a naughty girl,” he murmured, “sneaking into a holy place for a taste of a nice piece of black meat.”
Pia giggled. “You have no idea. That was just the beginning!”
