Further down, on the floor, Faraj spied in it’s own puddle of white the glistening crucifix the girl had worn. The elderly Imam smiled warmly down at the youth, placing a thin but strong hand on her shoulder and gently guided her inside, shutting the door behind her. xnx As she swept out the private back door of his study and into the warm night air, Amber’s pussy squeezed the soaked crucifix that made such a pleasant friction inside of her, thinking already about her next “date” with her Imam. After a few seconds of Amber writhing against him as she responded to his breast massage, Imam Faraj moved his hand down to under her short plaid skirt and hooked fingers around her white cotton panties. When she was done, she noticed that the chain had been broken and looked the Imam in the eyes as
