The flight back from Venice to Paris had been a boring one, and Aisha was sure that the one from Paris to the US would be even worse. But then, she thought, maybe after all the excitement she had experienced in Venice, a little down time might not be such a bad idea. Particularly since she was almost sure that Brad would pounce on her as soon as her plane ha...
"Lots of Black females enjoy watching Black guys taking White dicks up their asses and I am one of them," Aisha Ali said, and the six-foot-two, curvy and Afro-sporting, deliciously big-bottomed young Black Canadian Muslim woman began fingering her wet, hairy pussy while watching her boyfriend Jamal Ahmed go at it with their mutual friend, a bisexual Irishman...
Aisha slumped down in her chair, wracked with frustration and the side-effects of an oncoming coffee crash. It was enough that she'd forgoed partying with her friends—decided to take the time to cram in some extra studying for the organic chemistry exam tomorrow—but now she was coming up against a wall. And it was a wall three hours in the making, three hour...
This is the continuation of the story of Aisha and Ewan. Later that morning Aisha walked into the kitchen to find the three friends sitting on bar stools at the counter eating pizza. Brian and Marnie looked up as she entered and Brian offered her a slice of pizza. After declining his offer, she looked over at Ewan and frowned when she noticed that he still...
By Aisha and Dan57 Interlude for Umer Note: While his wife was enjoying a nice ride in Venice, Umer had tried to find a honourable outcome. His honour requested he put an end to the adulterous habits of his wife Aisha. Aisha on her side specifically insisted to write a chapter dedicated to her husband's training while she was away. I just beefed up her m...
I'd opened my eyes and looked at the wall. It wasn't my wall, it was a wall of the house which had belonged to the person who was moulded onto my back. I'd visited her the previous night and she, with her feminine ways, persuaded me to stay the night. The fact she'd totally given her body to me didn't make any difference, of course. Aisha was a most wonder...
H^pOn the surface, Aisha Osman seems like a fairly nice young woman. Born into a Somali Muslim immigrant family, and raised in the environs of Barrhaven, Ontario, she leads a very normal life. She studies accounting at Algonquin College, and works at Walmart as a cashier. A tall, slender young woman with dark brown skin, forever wearing specs and a Hijab, wh...
It was a warm summer afternoon and Aisha was out and about soliciting donations for the new mosque that was recently built in the area. She had immigrated to America from Bangladesh only a few months earlier to attend a local college and was eager to share her Muslim faith in the community. Having led a very sheltered life, Aisha was a bit wary of Americans...
This is a fuck parody... It is not real... The characters and events are not real I've been dating my super hot black girlfriend Aisha for three years. We've been living together for two. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever dated. She's 32, black, medium tone, big, enhanced tits, smooth skin, gorgeous, full lips. She's absolutely gorgeous. I've been wit...
"Mature black Muslim booty, thy name is Naima," Omar Sultan thought to himself as he watched Naima Ali step out of the apartment building overlooking South Keys Plaza in Ottawa, Ontario. Tall and very voluptuous, with curves that her traditional Islamic clothing couldn't hide, Naima was a fine specimen of African Muslim womanhood. Omar wanted some of that so...