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Tlemcen was quiet at night, the warm air thick with silence. Bilal sat on the mattress, legs spread, his thick Arab gay cock already twitching. Across from him, Chafik smirked, rolling his shoulders.
“No white submissives. No Arab bottoms. Just us,” Bilal muttered.
Chafik chuckled, pulling his shirt over his muscular chest. “Guess we handle things our way.”
Bilal grinned, unzipping his pants, pulling out his throbbing Arab gay cock. “Yeah, but I’m going first.”
Chafik growled, pushing Bilal back onto the mattress. “The hell you are. You’re the one getting fucked tonight.”
Bilal tensed, his dominance challenged. But as Chafik’s Arab gay alpha strength pinned him down, he felt a rush of heat.
“Do it,” Bilal muttered, spreading his legs.
Chafik spat in his palm, stroking his thick Algerian cock, pressing it against Bilal’s entrance. “No lube. No excuses.”
Bilal gasped as Chafik slammed in, his Arab gay dominance undeniable. Their grunts mixed with the humid air, sweat dripping down their bodies.
“You’re taking it like a real Arab gay alpha,” Chafik growled, slamming harder.
Bilal moaned, his own cock bouncing, leaking onto his stomach. “You better let me return the favor.”
“Fuck yeah,” Chafik smirked, pulling out. He flipped onto his back, spreading his muscular thighs.
Bilal wasted no time. He grabbed Chafik’s legs, lining up his Arab gay cock, thrusting in deep. Chafik groaned, gripping Bilal’s back as their bodies slammed together.
The air was filled with raw, animalistic moans. They didn’t stop until their Arab gay alphas’ seed had marked each other, dripping onto the sheets.
Panting, Chafik smirked. “Still think you’re the top?”
Bilal chuckled, licking his lips. “Next time, we go again.”
