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The desert wind howled outside Ahmed’s penthouse in Casablanca, carrying with it the scent of jasmine and something far more intoxicating—desire. Ahmed had spent the entire afternoon watching arab gay video after arab gay video, each clip more intense than the last, fueling the fire that had been burning inside him for weeks. His obsession with Oussama had reached its breaking point, and tonight, he was going to make every raw, unfiltered fantasy he’d seen in those arab gay video clips a reality.

He had stumbled upon a particular arab gay video that had pushed him over the edge—a clip so raw, so primal, that he had replayed it three times, his cock throbbing with need. The way the men in the video had taken each other, no holds barred, no mercy given, was exactly how he planned to fuck Oussama. The memory of that arab gay video was seared into his mind, and he was going to recreate every second of it with Oussama’s body.

The Raw Passion Inspired by Arab Gay Video

Ahmed had always been drawn to the forbidden allure of arab gay video, the way the men in those clips gave in to their most primal urges without shame. The moans, the sweat, the raw intensity—it all consumed him. And now, as he stood in his dimly lit living room, waiting for Oussama to arrive, he could already feel his pulse racing. He had sent Oussama a link to one of his favorite arab gay video clips earlier that day, a silent promise of what was to come. The text had been simple: *Watch this. Then come to me.*

When the door finally opened, Ahmed didn’t waste time. Oussama stepped inside, his dark eyes locking onto Ahmed’s with a mix of nervous anticipation and hunger. Ahmed could tell Oussama had watched the arab gay video—his lips were slightly parted, his chest rising and falling faster than usual. The air between them was electric, charged with the same raw energy Ahmed had seen in the arab gay video clips that had kept him up at night.

Without a word, Ahmed closed the distance between them, his hand gripping the back of Oussama’s neck as he pulled him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a claim, a promise of the raw, unfiltered passion that was about to unfold. Oussama moaned into the kiss, his body melting against Ahmed’s, and Ahmed knew—tonight was going to be even better than any arab gay video he had ever watched.

The First Touch, Inspired by Arab Gay Video

Ahmed’s hands were everywhere, tearing at Oussama’s clothes with the same urgency he had seen in the arab gay video clips. He yanked Oussama’s shirt over his head, his fingers tracing the hard lines of Oussama’s muscles, teasing his nipples until Oussama gasped. Ahmed could feel Oussama’s cock pressing against his thigh, already hard and ready. He smirked, remembering how the men in the arab gay video had taken what they wanted without hesitation.

He pushed Oussama against the wall, his knee forcing Oussama’s legs apart. “You watched the arab gay video I sent you, didn’t you?” Ahmed growled, his lips brushing against Oussama’s ear. “You saw how they fucked—raw, hard, no mercy. That’s exactly how I’m going to take you.”

Oussama shivered, his breath hitching as Ahmed’s hand slid down to grip his cock through his pants. “Yes,” Oussama admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “I watched it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Ahmed’s cock twitched at the admission. He had chosen that arab gay video for a reason—it was the rawest, most intense clip he had ever seen, and he was going to make sure Oussama experienced every second of it in real life. He unzipped Oussama’s pants, freeing his cock, and dropped to his knees, taking Oussama into his mouth with a hunger that left no room for doubt.

Oussama’s hands tangled in Ahmed’s hair as Ahmed sucked him deep, his tongue swirling around the tip before taking him to the back of his throat. The sounds Oussama made were exactly like the ones Ahmed had heard in the arab gay video—desperate, needy, completely lost in pleasure. Ahmed could feel Oussama’s body trembling, his hips bucking forward as Ahmed took control.

The Raw Fucking Begins

Ahmed didn’t stop at oral. He wanted more. He wanted to fuck Oussama the way the men in the arab gay video had fucked—hard, raw, without any barriers. He stood up, spinning Oussama around and bending him over the couch. Oussama’s ass was on full display, and Ahmed didn’t hesitate. He spat into his hand, slicking his cock before pressing it against Oussama’s entrance.

“You’re going to take me just like they did in the arab gay video,” Ahmed growled, his voice rough with desire. “No lube. No mercy. Just me, fucking you raw.”

Oussama moaned, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing as Ahmed pushed inside. The tight heat of Oussama’s ass enveloping him was even better than anything Ahmed had seen in the arab gay video clips. He gripped Oussama’s hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as he began to thrust, each movement harder and deeper than the last.

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the wet, obscene noises of Ahmed fucking Oussama raw. Ahmed could feel the sweat dripping down his back, his muscles burning with the effort of holding back his orgasm. But he wasn’t ready to come yet. He wanted to draw this out, to make Oussama beg for it the way the men in the arab gay video had.

He reached around, his hand wrapping around Oussama’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. “You like that?” Ahmed growled. “You like being fucked raw, just like in the arab gay video?”

Oussama’s answer was a broken moan, his body trembling as Ahmed pounded into him. Ahmed could feel Oussama’s muscles clenching around his cock, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He could tell Oussama was close—his breath was coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as his orgasm built.

The Climax, Straight Out of an Arab Gay Video

Ahmed could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tighter with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers teasing Oussama’s nipple as he fucked him harder, faster. “Come for me,” Ahmed demanded. “Come like they did in the arab gay video.”

Oussama’s body tensed, his cock twitching in Ahmed’s hand as his orgasm crashed over him. He came with a cry, his release spilling over Ahmed’s fingers as his body clenched around Ahmed’s cock. The sensation was too much for Ahmed to handle. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside Oussama, his own release tearing through him as he filled Oussama’s ass with his cum.

They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Ahmed pulled Oussama into his lap, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “That was even better than any arab gay video,” Ahmed murmured, his lips brushing against Oussama’s shoulder.

The Aftermath and the Promise of More

But Ahmed wasn’t done. He had watched enough arab gay video clips to know that one round was never enough. He stood up, pulling Oussama with him, and led him to the bedroom. The bed was massive, the sheets black silk that contrasted with Oussama’s golden skin as Ahmed pushed him onto it.

Oussama landed with a soft thud, his eyes wide as he watched Ahmed strip off his clothes, his cock already hard again. Ahmed climbed onto the bed, crawling over Oussama’s body, his lips trailing down Oussama’s chest. “We’re not done yet,” Ahmed said, his voice a low growl. “I’ve got plenty more arab gay video fantasies to act out with you.”

Oussama shivered, but there was no protest in his voice when he whispered, “I’m yours.”

Ahmed smirked, his hand sliding down to grip Oussama’s cock again, already hardening under his touch. He reached for his phone, pulling up another arab gay video clip—this one even rawer than the last. “Watch this,” Ahmed commanded, pressing play before tossing the phone aside and claiming Oussama’s lips in another searing kiss.

As the moans from the arab gay video filled the room, Ahmed and Oussama lost themselves in each other again, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was pure, unfiltered passion. Ahmed knew this night was going to be one neither of them would ever forget—just like the arab gay video clips that had inspired it all.

The Second Round, Even Rawer

Ahmed flipped Oussama onto his stomach, his hands spreading Oussama’s legs apart. He didn’t bother with gentleness this time. He spat into his hand again, slicking his cock before pressing it against Oussama’s entrance. Oussama gasped as Ahmed pushed inside, the stretch burning in the best possible way.

Ahmed set a punishing pace, his hips snapping forward as he fucked Oussama with a ferocity that left them both breathless. The sounds of the arab gay video playing in the background mixed with their own moans, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire. Ahmed could feel Oussama’s body trembling beneath him, his muscles clenching around Ahmed’s cock as another orgasm built inside him.

“You feel that?” Ahmed growled. “That’s what you do to me. You make me lose control, just like in the arab gay video.”

Oussama’s answer was a broken moan, his fingers clutching at the sheets as Ahmed took him harder, deeper. Ahmed could feel his own release building again, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. He reached down, his hand wrapping around Oussama’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.

When they came this time, it was together, their bodies trembling as pleasure crashed over them in waves. Ahmed collapsed onto the bed, pulling Oussama into his arms. The arab gay video was still playing in the background, but neither of them was paying attention anymore. They had created their own reality—one that was even hotter than anything they had seen on screen.

The Final Claim

As the night wore on, Ahmed and Oussama explored each other’s bodies in ways neither of them had ever experienced before. They fucked again, this time with Oussama on top, riding Ahmed’s cock with a desperation that left them both breathless. Ahmed could feel Oussama’s muscles clenching around him, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

By the time the sun began to rise, they were both spent, their bodies aching in the best possible way. Ahmed pulled Oussama closer, his fingers tracing patterns on his skin. “You’re mine now,” Ahmed murmured, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And we’re going to make our own arab gay video—one that’s even rawer than anything we’ve ever watched.”

Oussama looked at him, his dark eyes filled with desire. “I can’t wait,” he whispered, and Ahmed knew—this was only the beginning.