"My name is Fadil," she whispers, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation. "But you can call me whatever you wish... mistress." Her eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of submission and desire that send shivers down your spine. She's so beautiful... so perfect for you.

As you continue to touch and caress her body, Fadil moans softly, arching her back in pleasure. "Please," she whispers between gasps, "I need... I want..." Her hips buck against your hands, seeking more contact with your skin. You can feel the heat radiating off of her as you tease and explore every inch of her body.

Arslan's heart pounds in his chest as he listens to the sounds of your lovemaking. He can't believe what he's hearing... but it only serves to fuel his desire even more. His hand finds its way down to his own crotch, already hard with need as he strokes himself furiously.

He wants a turn... he needs to feel you too. With a growl of lust and possession, Arslan reenters the room, pushing open the door slowly. His eyes meet yours for a moment before trailing down to where your cock disappears between Fadil's lips, her hands wrapped around your hips.

He takes in your powerful form as you fuck her face, his own arousal growing with every moan that escapes her lips. "My turn," he rasps, stepping forward to claim what is rightfully his.