Fucking my best friend's dad - DILF | HIJAB TEEN

Sara had always been a rebellious teenager. She loved pushing buttons and breaking rules, especially when it came to her strict Muslim upbringing. Her parents were immigrants from Saudi Arabia, and they had high expectations for their daughter. But Sara couldn't care less about their traditional values. She was determined to live life on her own terms.

One day, Sara found out that her best friend Aisha had been talking shit behind her back. According to Aisha, Sara was nothing but a dirty little whore who would do anything to get attention. Sara knew that this wasn't true - she may have experimented with boys before, but she was far from being promiscuous. Still, she couldn't let Aisha get away with spreading such lies. She needed to teach her a lesson.

That's when Sara hatched a plan. She knew that Aisha's father, Mr. Ali, was a handsome man with a bit of a wild streak. He was known to be quite the ladies' man back in his homeland, and even though he was married now, rumors still circulated about him cheating on his wife. Sara decided to seduce Mr. Ali and make sure that everyone knew about it. That way, Aisha would learn not to mess with her again.

The next day, Sara went over to Aisha's house after school. When she walked into the living room, she saw Mr. Ali sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked just as sexy as ever, with his dark hair and piercing brown eyes. Sara felt her heart start racing as she approached him.

"Hey, Mr. Ali," she said, trying to sound casual. "Do you mind if I sit down?"

Mr. Ali glanced up at her and smiled. "Of course, Sara. Have a seat."

As soon as Sara sat down, she could feel herself getting wet. She crossed her legs and tried to focus on something else, but it was no use. She wanted Mr. Ali badly. And by the look in his eye, she could tell that he wanted her too.

His gaze lingered on her body, taking in every curve. So, she decided to play along, flirting shamelessly with him.

She offered to make some coffee for both of them, making sure to lean over provocatively as she poured it into cups. As they sipped their drinks, Sara kept finding excuses to touch Mr. Ali casually, brushing against him whenever possible.

Taking matters into her own hands, Sara climbed onto his lap and ground her ass against his swollen dick. At the same time, she draped her hijab over his face, effectively trapping him beneath its soft fabric.

Mr. Ali groaned with pleasure as he breathed in the scent of her perfume mixed with the delicate fragrance of her hijab. Unable to resist, he slid his hands up Sara's smooth thighs and squeezed her firm buttocks.

Sara arched her back, pressing her pelvis even harder against his bulge. She could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans, and she yearned to free it from its confines.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Sara rocked her hips back and forth, teasing Mr. Ali with tantalizing glimpses of her moistening folds. He growled with frustration, desperate to taste her sweet nectar.

So, she sank to her knees in front of him, looking up at him with hungry eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she unzipped his pants and freed his engorged shaft.

It twitched eagerly in response, already half-hard from their earlier exertions. Sara licked her lips, anticipation coursing through her veins as she prepared to take him in her mouth.

Grasping the base firmly, she lowered her head and swallowed him whole. Mr. Ali gasped with delight as her hot, wet tongue swirled around his sensitive tip.

Sara worked her magic, using every trick in the book to drive him wild. She cupped his balls gently, massaging them in rhythmic motions as she sucked and stroked his length.

After several minutes of intense stimulation, Mr. Ali couldn't hold back any longer. He threaded his fingers through Sara's hijab, tugging at it fiercely as she continued bobbing her head up and down.

"Harder!" Sara commanded, urging him to pull even rougher. "Show me how much you want me!"

Mr. Ali obliged, yanking on the fabric with all his strength. Sara moaned with pleasure, relishing the sensation of dominance and submission intermingling within her.

Suddenly overcome with lust, Sara pulled Mr. Ali's cock out from her mouth and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please...fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice dripping with desperation. "I need your cock inside me so bad."

Her words sent a shiver down Mr. Ali's spine. He hadn't expected such brazen behavior from someone as reserved as Sara, but he was powerless to resist her charms.

Wordlessly, he lifted her up and carried her over to the nearby desk. Laying her down on top of it, he spread her legs wide open and admired the sight before him.

Sara's pussy was pink and glistening, begging to be touched. Gripping his cock tightly, Mr. Ali positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward with all his might.

Sara cried out in pleasure as he filled her up, stretching her walls deliciously. He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that left her breathless.

Each stroke hit her spot perfectly, driving her wild with ecstasy. Sara clung to Mr. Ali's shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as she urged him on.

"Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, her voice rising in volume with each word.

Mr. Ali complied, pounding into her mercilessly. Sweat dripped from his brow as he pistoned his hips, driven by an animalistic urge to claim her fully.

Their bodies slapped together in a symphony of carnal pleasure, drowning out all thoughts and worries. There was only this moment, this connection between them.

With a final roar, Mr. Ali emptied himself inside Sara's quivering womb. Gasping for breath, he collapsed on top of her, spent and satisfied.

Sara wrapped her arms around him, savoring the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. Despite everything that had happened, she couldn't regret this experience.

Both Sara and Mr. Ali froze at the sudden intrusion, their hearts racing as they realized they had been caught. But instead of anger, Sara felt a surge of defiance rise within her. If Aisha wanted to call her a whore, then fine. She would own it.

"Well, looks like we have company," Sara drawled, turning to Aisha with a smirk. "Your dear old dad just gave me the ride of my life."

Aisha stared at them in horror, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. Mr. Ali's cock was still buried inside Sara, glistening with remnants of their lovemaking. Meanwhile, Sara's pussy was still dripping with his cum, staining the desk underneath her.

"How dare you!" Aisha spat, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sara chuckled softly, withdrawing from Mr. Ali's grip and standing up to face her friend. "Oh, honey, you're the one who called me a whore behind my back. Looks like I proved you right."