Mohammed thrust forward at her command, his hard cock sliding deep into her dripping pussy in one smooth stroke that made Tia gasp and arch. "Finally," she panted, her voice laced with sharp wit despite the heat, "I was starting to think you'd forgotten how to use that thing after all that time at sea." He chuckled low, gripping her ass as he set a rhythm, their bodies slick with sweat. "Forgotten? Hayati, I dreamed of this pussy every night—wet, tight, and mine." Tia wasn't submissive; she flipped them with a strong push, straddling him and riding his cock hard, her wavy hair wild as she ground down. "Then prove it—make me come before you do," she teased, leaning to whisper filthy promises. He groaned, fingers finding her clit while she took control, her strong thighs flexing. The build peaked as she leaned down for a quick, teasing blowjob, tasting his precum before mounting again; they came together in a rush, her pussy clenching around him as he spilled cum deep inside, both panting and horny from the release. In the afterglow, she traced his beard with a smirk. "Round two after dinner, sailor?" But as the Cairo night deepened, the knock at the door hinted that their reunion was only the beginning of complications yet to unfold.
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