My wedding band is acknowledged by one of the bulls who greets me with a more pronounced sound. I know he's eager to claim my sacred foot, to mount it on his long, thick dildo. The sight of my hijab-clad head bowed in submission only fuels his desire. He's not just any man, but a true Arab stallion, ready to take me in the most intimate way possible. I can feel his hot breath on my skin, his strong hands gripping my hips as he plunges his dildo deep into my tight backdoor. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me gasping for breath. But I know this is what I've been waiting for, to be taken by a real man, to feel his hot seed filling me up. And as he withdraws, I can't help but smile, knowing that my wedding band is no longer a barrier, but a symbol of my submission.
