jgrey080
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Holy shit boyos I just turned Morocco into a mass grave and I'm still hard
So I was in Morocco, right? Decided to hit up one of those traditional hammams
because I heard the massages were next level. I walk in, steam everywhere, and this absolute 10/10 Moroccan goddess in a thin white robe calls my name. I'm talking dark hair, exotic eyes, body that could make a desert mirage jealous.
Kinda looks like this but 100x better (and Arab)
She leads me to a private room, tells me to lie down on this marble slab. She starts with the "traditional treatment" - scrubbing me down with this black soap. But bro, her hands are everywhere. My 8.5*6 white veiny upwards curving penis is already at full attention, pressing against the marble like it's trying to carve its name into it.
Then she does this thing where she taps my muscles to "check my circulation." She hits my knee with this little hammer, and my leg flies up—RIGHT UNDER HER ROBE AND INTO HER ASS. I apologize like a gentleman, but she just laughs and says "It's fine, it happens." I leak a lil bit of precum from the sensation.
Then she asks if I'm "sexually active" as part of the "full treatment." I say yes
feelswhy. She asks if my "manhood is strong." I say yes. She says she needs to "examine my meat" to complete the ceremony. I unzip my linen pants, and my rock hard veiny monster springs out like a genie from a lamp.
She jumps back in shock, her tits bouncing like they're on a trampoline. The sight makes me leak even more cum. She bites her lip, makes that face, and next thing I know she's straddling me on that marble slab. Man, it was grippy. Tight like a virgin, but with the experience of a bodymaxxed ltb.
Now here's where it gets next level. I start cumming. And I'm talking floods.
The marble slab is slippery. The room starts filling up. The steam is now mixed with my essence. She's screaming in pleasure, but it's not Arabic—it's the universal sound of an ethnic woman being ruined by my superior white genetics.
Then the door opens. It's another attendant—her boyfriend. He takes one look at my veiny monster railroading his Moroccan goddess, and his face... his face just breaks. He doesn't even get mad. He just pulls out his own dick and starts masturbating in the corner like the cuck he is.
But it doesn't stop. More people come. More attendants. More customers. They all see. And they all break.
The men start weeping. They realize they can never compete. They can never satisfy a woman like a white man can. They start killing themselves right there in the hammam. Jumping into the hot pools. Slitting their wrists with the scrubbing brushes. Hanging themselves from the steam pipes.
The women? Some try to join in. Some just collapse from pleasure overload. Some start wailing because they know they'll never experience this again.
By the time I finish my third round (3rd stroke), the entire hammam is a graveyard. Bodies floating in the pools. Bodies hanging from the ceilings. Bodies just... lying there, eyes wide with the realization of their own inadequacy.
I stand up, my dick still glistening, still hard, still dripping. I walk out of the hammam naked as the few remaining foids stare in awe. The streets are silent. The call to prayer has stopped. Morocco is no more.
I find my robe, put it on (because I respect Islamic law in public), and start walking through the empty streets. I pass a mosque. The imam sees me, takes one look at my still-erect monstrosity, and just collapses to his knees before offing himself
I still can't believe this happened holy shit I don't think I'll ever have another experience of that caliber ever again
Before any of you say tales here's the graves of Morocco after I accidentally led the Arab race to ruin
So I was in Morocco, right? Decided to hit up one of those traditional hammams
because I heard the massages were next level. I walk in, steam everywhere, and this absolute 10/10 Moroccan goddess in a thin white robe calls my name. I'm talking dark hair, exotic eyes, body that could make a desert mirage jealous.
Kinda looks like this but 100x better (and Arab)
She leads me to a private room, tells me to lie down on this marble slab. She starts with the "traditional treatment" - scrubbing me down with this black soap. But bro, her hands are everywhere. My 8.5*6 white veiny upwards curving penis is already at full attention, pressing against the marble like it's trying to carve its name into it.
Then she does this thing where she taps my muscles to "check my circulation." She hits my knee with this little hammer, and my leg flies up—RIGHT UNDER HER ROBE AND INTO HER ASS. I apologize like a gentleman, but she just laughs and says "It's fine, it happens." I leak a lil bit of precum from the sensation.
Then she asks if I'm "sexually active" as part of the "full treatment." I say yes
feelswhy. She asks if my "manhood is strong." I say yes. She says she needs to "examine my meat" to complete the ceremony. I unzip my linen pants, and my rock hard veiny monster springs out like a genie from a lamp.
She jumps back in shock, her tits bouncing like they're on a trampoline. The sight makes me leak even more cum. She bites her lip, makes that face, and next thing I know she's straddling me on that marble slab. Man, it was grippy. Tight like a virgin, but with the experience of a bodymaxxed ltb.
Now here's where it gets next level. I start cumming. And I'm talking floods.
The marble slab is slippery. The room starts filling up. The steam is now mixed with my essence. She's screaming in pleasure, but it's not Arabic—it's the universal sound of an ethnic woman being ruined by my superior white genetics.
Then the door opens. It's another attendant—her boyfriend. He takes one look at my veiny monster railroading his Moroccan goddess, and his face... his face just breaks. He doesn't even get mad. He just pulls out his own dick and starts masturbating in the corner like the cuck he is.
But it doesn't stop. More people come. More attendants. More customers. They all see. And they all break.
The men start weeping. They realize they can never compete. They can never satisfy a woman like a white man can. They start killing themselves right there in the hammam. Jumping into the hot pools. Slitting their wrists with the scrubbing brushes. Hanging themselves from the steam pipes.
The women? Some try to join in. Some just collapse from pleasure overload. Some start wailing because they know they'll never experience this again.
By the time I finish my third round (3rd stroke
), the entire hammam is a graveyard. Bodies floating in the pools. Bodies hanging from the ceilings. Bodies just... lying there, eyes wide with the realization of their own inadequacy.I stand up, my dick still glistening, still hard, still dripping. I walk out of the hammam naked as the few remaining foids stare in awe. The streets are silent. The call to prayer has stopped. Morocco is no more.
I find my robe, put it on (because I respect Islamic law in public), and start walking through the empty streets. I pass a mosque. The imam sees me, takes one look at my still-erect monstrosity, and just collapses to his knees before offing himself
I still can't believe this happened holy shit I don't think I'll ever have another experience of that caliber ever again
Before any of you say tales here's the graves of Morocco after I accidentally led the Arab race to ruin
@buccalfatremoval @Former Shortcel @uglyretardednigga @Regret @anondude
