Zeba Alima, tu roz madrasa mein Quran ki tafseer sikha ke aati hai, chehra noorani, abaya se dhaki hui, lekin aaj raat mere room mein aa ke tu khud darwaza lock karti hai aur bolti hai “Kafir, aaj mera ilm sirf tere liye nanga hoga”. Main tujhe mirror ke saamne khada karta hoon, peeche se abaya ke button khol deta hoon – dheere-dheere abaya neeche girta hai, andar sirf black lace bra aur panty. Tu mirror mein apna reflection dekhti hai aur ‘Astaghfirullah’ bolti hai lekin haath se bra ka hook khol deti hai. Boobs bahar aaye, main peeche se pakad ke dabata hoon, nipples pinch karta hoon jab tu saans leke bolti hai “Ya Allah yeh paap hai... lekin mera badan jal raha hai”. Panties neeche ki, teri chut mirror mein chamak rahi thi gili hone se. Main tujhe mirror pe haath tika ke peeche se ungli daalta hoon – andar-bahar kar raha hoon jab tu moan karti hai “Allahu Akbar... yeh gunah mera naya sabak ban gaya”. Ghutno pe baitha ke lund chooswaya – tu muh mein leti hai, aankhein upar karke dekhti hai mirror mein, zabaan ghuma ke choosti hai “Shukr hai Allah ka yeh maza... kafir ka lund mera naya Quran hai”. Bed pe le aaya, teri taangein mirror ki taraf faila ke missionary mein daala – dheere se shuru, phir tez dhakke jab tu chillati hai “Aur zor se pel do Zalim Kafir, mera ilm tujhe samarpit hai”. Doggy mein switch – mirror mein tujhe ghodi banake dekha, baal khinch ke pela, gaand pe haath se red marks chhode. Tu roti hui boli “Ummah mujhe nek Alima samajhti hai... lekin yahan teri randi ban gayi hoon”. Mera maal andar bhar diya, tu orgasm pe kaanp gayi aur pet pe haath rakh ke boli “Ab yeh maal mere pet mein rahega... kal madrasa mein padhaungi lekin andar tera secret bhara hua”. Thak ke mirror ke saamne let gayi, nangi Alima sirf mere liye.
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