Mmmmmmm...Cock, mouth watering cock, I love it. Being the powerful lady that I am, finding it is no trouble. There are many kinds of cocks. Bent cocks, straight cocks, small cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks, big cocks, round cocks and hard cocks. I've had them all! They are delicious and I can never get enough of them, who need Baklava, Kanafeh and other Syrian desserts, when you could have cock?
I'm married to a very powerful man, who has a very senior position in the Syrian government, I cannot say who he is, but I can say he's a top decision maker. But in the bedroom, he doesn't give me what I need and is very shy, thus I'm forced to look elsewhere for my carnal pleasures. This is too his benefit, I've whored myself to help his political position, by sleeping with key figures. It's a sexual House of Cards in Damascus.
Being a tall, fair, slender and fashionable woman, I've no problems attracting male attention. I can overwhelm foreign dignitaries' with my British English, my Syrian charm and my knowledge of French literature, economics and computer science. But I think my tongue is what intrigues them most of all. I can do magic with my tongue and an ice cube, the Syrian sexual House of Cards and I'm at the centre of it. Call me Emma and we'll get along just fine. How do I find cock? Well I have a network of informers, let me tell you about what happened last week.
I received a phone call from Safaa, she's the daughter of the Grand Mufti of Syria, she told me a hot guy had cum in her pussy and she wanted to know if I'd be interested in cleaning up? Naturally, I was and so I went to her apartment and found Safaa lying on her bed with her legs open. I crawled onto the bed and using my two fingers, slid her pussy open and saw cum spilling out. I then moved in, stretched out my tongue, and scoped up some cum.
Creampies are a rare treat, tasting male and female cum mixed together, is something beyond special. Today, I have a special assignment, my husband is having trouble with the army, he fears there is a lack of unity. There are rumblings among the top-brass, my husband fears munity and a possible coup and they fear a possible purge from the government of the armed forces. It's my job to help persuade them to stop.
I only know one way to stop them. I am meeting with the commander of the Air Force, a senior commander of the Fourth Armoured division and a leading general. They knock on the door and I get the gentlemen to take a seat.
(Air Force Commander) AFC: "I'm sorry, but these stories of a punch are untrue."
(Fourth Armoured Division Commander) FADC: "But your husband's paranoia is beginning to trouble us."
(Leading General) LG: "We hear rumours of treason, we hear rumours of purges. Your husband is planning on removing us, is that not so?"
"Gentlemen," I now open my legs and the short black cocktail dress I am wearing allows the guys an interesting view. I then cross my legs again, "This talk of a purge is nonsense. My husband understands the important work you do and has no doubts about your loyalty. But you know, as well as I, that these are distressing times and our country is on the verge of the abyss. And there may be officers, who may not have the country's best interests at heart."
FADC: "That's nonsense! We are loyal to Syria. I can assure you of the loyalty of my men."
AFC: "As can I."