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Chapter 23: Wasim & Jamal (Act 16)
Jamal took a hesitant step closer to Lina, his eyes downcast, before gently resting his head against her chest. Lina froze for a moment, startled by the unexpected intimacy, but softened as she realized he was seeking genuine comfort. His voice trembled as he began to share his story.
“I’m the youngest of four siblings,” he murmured, his words barely above a whisper. “My mother passed away when I was just two. My father… he’s an alcoholic. He married off my sisters when they were teenagers, and I’ve been the one stuck with him all these years. He’s never been kind to me.”
Lina’s heart ached as she listened, her maternal instincts stirring. She understood now why Jamal was so timid, why he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His vulnerability tugged at her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
Jamal’s voice broke the silence again, this time with a shy compliment. “Your chest… it’s like the softest pillow I’ve ever rested on.” Lina felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of surprise and warmth spreading through her. She could sense his longing, not just for physical comfort but for the love and care he had been denied for so long.
Without thinking twice, Lina undid the tie of her bathrobe, letting it fall open slightly. She hesitated for only a moment before flicking aside the fabric covering her chest, her full breasts now exposed. “It’s all yours for tonight,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both hesitation and resolve. “But please… be gentle.”
Jamal’s eyes widened in shock, then filled with gratitude. He didn’t waste a second, leaning in to press his lips to her skin. His kisses started slow, almost reverent, before he began to suckle at her nipples with increasing urgency. His mouth latched onto her like a starved man, his saliva coating her breasts as he lost himself in the sensation.
Lina bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. She wasn’t sure what to do next, but something inside her urged her to give him more.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Lina pulled down Jamal’s boxers, freeing his hardened cock. She hesitated for just a moment before lowering her mouth onto him, her warm lips wrapping around his length.
Jamal let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they hovered uncertainly near her head. “Lina… please,” he whispered, his voice tinged with both desire and disbelief.
“Shh,” she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes before taking him deeper. Jamal’s breath hitched as she began to move, her tongue swirling around him in a way that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked harder, her pace increasing. “L..Lina, slow down,” he pleaded, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she took him even further, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock.
Jamal’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation. ”I can’t believe this is happening,” he thought, his hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth. Lina’s hands gripped his thighs for support as she continued, her own arousal growing with each moan that escaped his lips.
Finally, she pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. Without a word, she stood and let her bathrobe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Jamal’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, her full breasts, her curvy hips, the delicate swell of her stomach.
She was stunning, and for a moment, he was too awestruck to move.
Lina climbed onto the bed, straddling him as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him inch by inch. Jamal’s hands immediately found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, driving him wild.
“Lina…” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Owwhh....You feel… so good.”
She smiled softly, her own breathing growing uneven as she alternated between slow, teasing movements and faster, more intense thrusts. She wanted to prolong this moment, to make it last for both of them.
“Take your time,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against his cheek.
But then Jamal broke the rhythm, his hands stilling on her hips. “Lina…” he said hesitantly, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Can we… can we try something I’ve always dreamed of?”
She tilted her head, curious. “What is it?”
“I… I want to take you from behind,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But I want to do it standing in front of the mirror. So I can see you… see us.”
Lina hesitated, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. The idea was both thrilling and intimidating. But seeing the earnestness in his eyes, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just… be gentle.”
They got off the bed, and Lina positioned herself in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she met her own gaze. Jamal stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. Slowly, he entered her again, his breath hot against her neck. As he began to move, his lips brushed against her skin, leaving soft kisses along her shoulder. His hands roamed to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as he thrust into her.
Lina’s eyes locked onto the reflection in the mirror, watching as their bodies moved together. The sight was electric, and she felt a surge of arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Jamal’s eyes met hers in the mirror, and he whispered breathlessly, ”I wish you were my wife...I'll take you every night"
The words sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what that would be like to belong to him completely. “For tonight,” she murmured, her voice trembling, “I can pretend.”
Jamal’s pace quickened at her words, his thrusts becoming more intense as he lost himself in the fantasy. ”You’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
The room was filled with their moans, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing off the walls.
Lina could feel him nearing the edge, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Jamal,” she breathed, turning her head to look at him. “Don’t hold back… let go.”
Just as Jamal was teetering on the edge, his thrusts growing frantic, he suddenly pulled out, leaving Lina trembling and breathless. She turned to him, confusion flooding her eyes, but before she could speak, he gently bent her forward, her hands pressing against the cool surface of the mirror.
“Jamal, what are you doing?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.
“Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re my wife tonight, remember?”
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands gripped her hips firmly. She tried to protest, but her words caught in her throat when she felt his tongue trace a fiery line down the curve of her ass. He circled her tight entrance teasingly, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her body.
“Jamal, please…what are you...,” she begged, her voice soft and shaky.
“Relax, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You promised me this. Just let go.”
She clenched her fists against the mirror as his fingers joined his tongue, probing gently at first, then more insistently. Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body betraying her resolve. Despite her protests, a wave of electrifying sensation washed over her, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch.
Jamal took that as his cue. Positioning himself behind her, he guided the tip of his hard cock to her asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Lina gasped, her nails scbanging against the mirror as he eased himself inside her, inch by excruciating inch.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her body tensing against the unfamiliar fullness.
“You’re so tight,” Jamal groaned, his hands gripping her hips even tighter. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, before he began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, he thrust into her, each movement sending ripples of pleasure and pain through her body.
Lina’s breasts swayed with the rhythm of his thrusts, and Jamal reached around to cup them, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he continued to pound into her. She could see their reflection in the mirror of her flushed face, his determined expression and the sight only heightened the intensity of the moment.
“Jamal…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear, “You’re taking me so well, Lina. You’re mine tonight, all mine.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, she felt a surge of arousal building deep within her. Jamal’s thrusts became faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.
Please… slow down,” she begged between moans, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
But Jamal couldn’t stop. His hips moved rhythmically, each thrust deeper than the last. “Uhhhh...your ass is so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. He kept squeezing her breasts firmly as he continued to pound into her from behind.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck. “Lina....I’m going to cum,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one final, powerful thrust, Jamal buried himself deep inside her ass , unleashing a thick stream of cum. Lina cried out as she felt herself stretching to accommodate its force.
He pulsed with each wave of pleasure, his body shuddering against hers until he was spent. For a long moment, they stood there, their breaths mingling as they came down from their shared high.
Finally, Jamal pulled away, his legs unsteady. Lina turned to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked gently.
He nodded, his eyes filled with something akin to reverence. “More than okay,” he whispered. ”Thank you.”
Lina reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “You’re not alone anymore.”
Jamal gently guided Lina back to the bed, his hands trembling with a mix of tenderness and desire. She nestled against him, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep again. For tonight, they had found solace in each other and that was enough.
Jamal took a hesitant step closer to Lina, his eyes downcast, before gently resting his head against her chest. Lina froze for a moment, startled by the unexpected intimacy, but softened as she realized he was seeking genuine comfort. His voice trembled as he began to share his story.
“I’m the youngest of four siblings,” he murmured, his words barely above a whisper. “My mother passed away when I was just two. My father… he’s an alcoholic. He married off my sisters when they were teenagers, and I’ve been the one stuck with him all these years. He’s never been kind to me.”
Lina’s heart ached as she listened, her maternal instincts stirring. She understood now why Jamal was so timid, why he seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. His vulnerability tugged at her in a way she hadn’t anticipated.
Jamal’s voice broke the silence again, this time with a shy compliment. “Your chest… it’s like the softest pillow I’ve ever rested on.” Lina felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of surprise and warmth spreading through her. She could sense his longing, not just for physical comfort but for the love and care he had been denied for so long.
Without thinking twice, Lina undid the tie of her bathrobe, letting it fall open slightly. She hesitated for only a moment before flicking aside the fabric covering her chest, her full breasts now exposed. “It’s all yours for tonight,” she said softly, her voice tinged with both hesitation and resolve. “But please… be gentle.”
Jamal’s eyes widened in shock, then filled with gratitude. He didn’t waste a second, leaning in to press his lips to her skin. His kisses started slow, almost reverent, before he began to suckle at her nipples with increasing urgency. His mouth latched onto her like a starved man, his saliva coating her breasts as he lost himself in the sensation.
Lina bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. She wasn’t sure what to do next, but something inside her urged her to give him more.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Lina pulled down Jamal’s boxers, freeing his hardened cock. She hesitated for just a moment before lowering her mouth onto him, her warm lips wrapping around his length.
Jamal let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they hovered uncertainly near her head. “Lina… please,” he whispered, his voice tinged with both desire and disbelief.
“Shh,” she murmured, looking up at him through her lashes before taking him deeper. Jamal’s breath hitched as she began to move, her tongue swirling around him in a way that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his body. He groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she sucked harder, her pace increasing. “L..Lina, slow down,” he pleaded, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she took him even further, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock.
Jamal’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation. ”I can’t believe this is happening,” he thought, his hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth. Lina’s hands gripped his thighs for support as she continued, her own arousal growing with each moan that escaped his lips.
Finally, she pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva. Without a word, she stood and let her bathrobe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Jamal’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, her full breasts, her curvy hips, the delicate swell of her stomach.
She was stunning, and for a moment, he was too awestruck to move.
Lina climbed onto the bed, straddling him as she positioned herself over his throbbing cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him inch by inch. Jamal’s hands immediately found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she began to move. Her hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, driving him wild.
“Lina…” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Owwhh....You feel… so good.”
She smiled softly, her own breathing growing uneven as she alternated between slow, teasing movements and faster, more intense thrusts. She wanted to prolong this moment, to make it last for both of them.
“Take your time,” she whispered, her fingers brushing against his cheek.
But then Jamal broke the rhythm, his hands stilling on her hips. “Lina…” he said hesitantly, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Can we… can we try something I’ve always dreamed of?”
She tilted her head, curious. “What is it?”
“I… I want to take you from behind,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “But I want to do it standing in front of the mirror. So I can see you… see us.”
Lina hesitated, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. The idea was both thrilling and intimidating. But seeing the earnestness in his eyes, she nodded slowly. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just… be gentle.”
They got off the bed, and Lina positioned herself in front of the mirror, her heart pounding as she met her own gaze. Jamal stood behind her, his hands resting on her hips. Slowly, he entered her again, his breath hot against her neck. As he began to move, his lips brushed against her skin, leaving soft kisses along her shoulder. His hands roamed to her breasts, squeezing them firmly as he thrust into her.
Lina’s eyes locked onto the reflection in the mirror, watching as their bodies moved together. The sight was electric, and she felt a surge of arousal unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Jamal’s eyes met hers in the mirror, and he whispered breathlessly, ”I wish you were my wife...I'll take you every night"
The words sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what that would be like to belong to him completely. “For tonight,” she murmured, her voice trembling, “I can pretend.”
Jamal’s pace quickened at her words, his thrusts becoming more intense as he lost himself in the fantasy. ”You’re so tight,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips.
The room was filled with their moans, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing off the walls.
Lina could feel him nearing the edge, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Jamal,” she breathed, turning her head to look at him. “Don’t hold back… let go.”
Just as Jamal was teetering on the edge, his thrusts growing frantic, he suddenly pulled out, leaving Lina trembling and breathless. She turned to him, confusion flooding her eyes, but before she could speak, he gently bent her forward, her hands pressing against the cool surface of the mirror.
“Jamal, what are you doing?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.
“Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re my wife tonight, remember?”
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as his hands gripped her hips firmly. She tried to protest, but her words caught in her throat when she felt his tongue trace a fiery line down the curve of her ass. He circled her tight entrance teasingly, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure through her body.
“Jamal, please…what are you...,” she begged, her voice soft and shaky.
“Relax, Lina,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You promised me this. Just let go.”
She clenched her fists against the mirror as his fingers joined his tongue, probing gently at first, then more insistently. Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her body betraying her resolve. Despite her protests, a wave of electrifying sensation washed over her, and she couldn’t help but arch into his touch.
Jamal took that as his cue. Positioning himself behind her, he guided the tip of his hard cock to her asshole, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Lina gasped, her nails scbanging against the mirror as he eased himself inside her, inch by excruciating inch.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, her body tensing against the unfamiliar fullness.
“You’re so tight,” Jamal groaned, his hands gripping her hips even tighter. He paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust, before he began to move. Slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, he thrust into her, each movement sending ripples of pleasure and pain through her body.
Lina’s breasts swayed with the rhythm of his thrusts, and Jamal reached around to cup them, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he continued to pound into her. She could see their reflection in the mirror of her flushed face, his determined expression and the sight only heightened the intensity of the moment.
“Jamal…” she moaned, her voice trembling. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispered into her ear, “You’re taking me so well, Lina. You’re mine tonight, all mine.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and despite herself, she felt a surge of arousal building deep within her. Jamal’s thrusts became faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.
Please… slow down,” she begged between moans, her voice trembling with a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
But Jamal couldn’t stop. His hips moved rhythmically, each thrust deeper than the last. “Uhhhh...your ass is so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. He kept squeezing her breasts firmly as he continued to pound into her from behind.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her neck. “Lina....I’m going to cum,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. With one final, powerful thrust, Jamal buried himself deep inside her ass , unleashing a thick stream of cum. Lina cried out as she felt herself stretching to accommodate its force.
He pulsed with each wave of pleasure, his body shuddering against hers until he was spent. For a long moment, they stood there, their breaths mingling as they came down from their shared high.
Finally, Jamal pulled away, his legs unsteady. Lina turned to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Are you okay?” she asked gently.
He nodded, his eyes filled with something akin to reverence. “More than okay,” he whispered. ”Thank you.”
Lina reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “You’re not alone anymore.”
Jamal gently guided Lina back to the bed, his hands trembling with a mix of tenderness and desire. She nestled against him, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep again. For tonight, they had found solace in each other and that was enough.
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