She was an demure Indonesian jilbab, but her eyes held a spark of mischief. I had no idea she was an expert in the art of nyepong
she beckoned me closer her lips hinting at the ecstasy to come
with a graceful movement she knelt down her hijab a stark contrast to the rising heat
her mouth was a heavenly haven around me taking me deeper with each stroke
I could feel the anticipation rising as she moved her head with expert rhythm
her eyes sometimes met mine full of desire a silent promise of more to come
I groaned as her tongue swirled around my shaft teasing me to the edge of ecstasy
her hands explored my body igniting every nerve ending
the sounds she made were arousing moans to my ears
I felt the warmth of her mouth envelop me as I reached my peak
a delightful mess on her face proof of her lust
she licked her lips savoring every drop
a true jilbab nyepong experience intense
her innocent look now replaced by a sultry grin
the hotel room filled with the scent of sex
her eyes held a new light
hinting at the next round
her pink jilbab a symbol of her modesty and erotic nature
the memory of her mouth lingered a sweet torture
a jilbab who knew how to please like no other
