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Karim stood over Michel, his arms crossed, watching the trembling white submissive kneeling before him. “You want to be owned by a real Arab gay master, huh?” he growled, gripping Michel’s chin, forcing him to look up.
“Yes, sir,” Michel whispered, his voice shaking.
Karim smirked. “Then you’ll take it like a good white bottom.”
He grabbed Michel by the hair, dragging him onto the bed. His Arab gay alpha scent filled the air, strong and intoxicating. Michel gasped as Karim’s thick, veiny Arab gay cock slapped against his ass, already leaking.
“No lube. No mercy,” Karim whispered in his ear, pressing against him.
Michel moaned as the Arab gay top shoved inside, stretching him brutally. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his moans turning to cries as Karim claimed him without hesitation.
“Quiet,” Karim growled, slapping his ass. “You’re just a white submissive. You exist for my pleasure.”
Karim’s powerful thrusts sent shockwaves through Michel’s body. The bed creaked under the force of the Arab gay alpha, relentless, taking what belonged to him.
“You’re mine now,” Karim grunted, gripping Michel’s neck, holding him in place as he slammed deeper, his Arab gay dominance absolute.
Michel was a mess—his body shaking, his breath ragged, completely conquered. Karim wasn’t done until every inch of the white submissive knew who he belonged to.
With a final growl, Karim slammed in deep, spilling inside his property. He pulled out, smirking at Michel, who lay ruined beneath him.
“Now you know what it means to serve an Arab gay alpha,” he muttered, gripping Michel’s hair. “And tomorrow, you’ll beg for more
