She could see that no one was there in the house except a man that Naghma told her about. She walked slowly through the lobby and then went upstairs. She could hear Naghma’s voice now. “My love, I like it! Humm!!” She could sense it was the voice of Naghma. She left the stairs behind and looked for the room where her friend was there.
“Oh, f**k!” Naghma said with a loud voice. She found the room, which seemed not to be a bedroom. The door was opened, and Shumaila quickly passed across like an animal on four legs. Naghma saw her, and cast a seducing look at her, as if were asking her about ‘what you say about this posture?’
Shumaila rested herself on her buttocks -near the door, with her hands on her knees. She was peeping their odd lovemaking as if were watching a movie.
“Hmm, sweet, so
