A warm welcome back

I didn't expect to see Faysel at the airport but he was there he came up to me when I deplaned and he kissed me. He still won't freak lovingly and then kiss me again as if we haven't met before yet we're in love. He didn't he said not to worry about the customs as he was going to clear me he was a crown prince. And here I was thinking that I'd have to stock him but I didn't have to he came for me came to me out of love. He won't my cares away he said he was glad that he saw me again he also had another ring and beautiful necklace for me to wear.

I asked him if he would if he did divorce is why he said he said yes he did he said come with me and see for yourself that I have gotten rid of them legally. When I went to his palace I didn't see a single woman except for a maid or a housekeeper or slave I did not see anyone so so ever I was overjoyed. So I asked him does this mean that I have to not elope.

Habibi the next time we go on the hajj we elope.

My heart was singing and fluttering I thought I was going to have a heart attack with job. That night we made love he made sure he was ruthless about his loving. I do not expect such a desire from Isle Islamic French Man there was. He kissed me and ruthlessly crusted in me and made love to me like a mad man. He was gently thrusting Into me you're fast as well. I never thought I would see him again or feel his cock inside me. I grabbed a hold of his head system and as I kiss them I told him to keep that to his heart. I do circles around his chest with my finger as we make out on rug.

Then I put him inside me his cock I mean And gently kissed nip at it and sucked on it until he came in my mouth. I kept giving him oral lovemaking. As he came in my mouth he moaned my name Kayla. He said Kayla habibi I love you why do you have to do this you're not a whore.

I am your lover and your slave I want to be your only I said I kissed him this is the first time he ever cared taste it is own come on my mouth. I whispered that he tasted good Both cum and saliva wise I just couldn't help but love it and taste him. 

He put it on his Royal Eric Brahms and went to the hooka room exposing himself with the open Rob and I followed him in my dress without any underwear on. We smoke hookah and made love. As I rode him I couldn't help her feel a wash of pleasure or ecstasy come over me. He slipped off my hijab and ran his finger in my hair as we kissed and made love.

Then he said high off opium, That he was on the CIA's hit list and that he didn't know why.

But why am I love you and don't know anything wrong

Before I met you are boys and best friends I was a horrible person they call me jihad faysel for my propensity to cause friction and wars. 

What do you do I said it was so bad that the CIA have to go after you

I had a few journalists tortured because they were in my country illegally and I thought they were CIA I am very paranoid because I am very stressed and worried about my mortality that's why I did what I did. that's why am on the CIA's hit list.

I said that I couldn't believe it or did he said it was So outrageous he was so gentle and kind released to me. I was hoping that he was just high on the opium. But the next day I found out through media that he was indeed the imfasous jihad Faysel. I was in tears but I was too far in love with them I could not stop loving him. I knew what he did was wrong... But he was my Arabian night. I told him that I didn't care about his past or what will happen home in the future all I wanted was to elope him.

All he said was shukran habibi and then kissed me.

I asked him when he was planning on eloping. He said that it was a surprise