“H-hello Imam Faraj…Oh! xxx desi Dropping to her knees, the Catholic girl pulled the hem of his robe up and ducked under, immediately kissing and licking his hairy, bony legs as she traced her way up to his humid, sweaty crotch. “Imam Faraj, sir…I…umm…I just…” Amber stumbled to say, now unsure of herself in the moment, afraid now to make the bold move she had so carefully planned and dreamed of. Present yourself to me, give me your waters.”
Trembling and clumsy in her haste to comply with his firm command, Amber scrambled upon the large oak desk of the holy man, her pert, apple-cheeked ass accidentally settling on top of the leather bound Quran. Sweetly kissing the tiny figure of Jesus, she tenderly licked the cum from his body and began licking around the object, cleaning it with her tongue.
