a late 30s person trying to re-Find my way.
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Nothing more sad than the akhawat who have turned the hijab into a fashion trend and then go onto show different "styles". It doesn't have styles, it has conditions in order to be considered a hijab to begin with. The same way salah has its pillars in order for it to be correct, you don't make up the actions of salah because it has already been commanded & perfected through the Sunnah. Hijab is the same, it has been perfected by those who came before us, may Allaah be pleased with them.
(Jilbab is part of hijab/covering).
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i've been begging to know the date of my next orgasm for weeks, and you finally give in. you make me worship your cock as you tell me the date. i swallow your cum as i imagine what it will feel like, to cum again after months and months of merciless edging and denial. the date gets closer. you tease me, you fuck me, you put me on no touch for a week until the day is there. i think you're doing this to torture me extra hard before rewarding me with an orgasm.
it's the day, finally. you wake me up with a dry ass fuck. you piss in my hole and make me slobber up the mix of cum and pee afterwards. this is fine, i think, i have to endure it in exchange for an orgasm later. you ignore me for the most part of the day. you have me bouncing on a dildo while you prepare lunch, you have me expose and slap my tits for your amusement during our afternoon walk. it's the evening of my big orgasm day, and i haven't even edged yet. i beg. “please Sir, will you let me cum now?”
after dinner, we retreat to our bedroom. you tie me up, my hands and legs to the bedposts. you blindfold me. you gag me. you slap my greedy cunt, and it leaks and begs without words for a pleasure it's been denied for so long. finally, you start edging me. every time i get close i think the time has come to orgasm on my dom's fingers. when you switch to the vibe, i think i will get to explode around the vibrating bulb. but i don't. you edge me relentlessly. you force me to the brink of cumming again and again. i lose my mind. i try to scream, beg and bargain through the gag. tears soak the blindfold. i have to cum. i have to cum now.
that's when you stop. you undo the gag, and silence my senseless babbling with your cock. you fuck my mouth hard while i'm writhing underneath you, my pussy aching and hurting with the need to cum. you fill my throat with your hot seed, and lay beside me as i gag and swallow. i feel your warm breath at my ear, and your fingers running through my sweaty hair.
“you're so dumb, my horny denied cunt. you begged me to let you know the date of your next orgasm, but you never bothered to ask for the year.”
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