AISHA'S POV

My pulse hammered in my eyes, wondering what she was up to. I moved, settling on her full thighs, parting my knees a little.

She grabbed me, yanking my thighs wider, exposing my white thong, moulded to my pussy lips. Fatima wasn't done.

"Not done." She whispered, fingers snagging on my panties, shoving them aside. Hot air kissed my dark, slightly hairy folds, cream frotting my entrance.

"Now, a guy is gonna slow fuck this pussy for seven minutes straight. Make you feel so good."

I froze, my brain short circuiting. "Fatima....no....I.... can't......"

"Don't be a prude, cousin." She snapped, pulling on my thong. "You're cunt is so...