Fucking Wild Palestinian Farmers in Arab Gay Sex

The Fields of Filthy Lust

In the blistering Palestinian hills, where the sun fucked the earth dry and the olive trees stood like silent whores, Hassan reigned supreme. This hairy bastard was 35, a goddamn beast with a chest covered in a thick pelt of black fur, muscles bulging like they’d been carved from stone. But the real fucking prize? His cock—a monstrous, veiny slab of meat that hung heavy between his thighs, stretching his torn trousers to the limit. Hassan was a walking wet dream, a dominant prick who owned the land and any slut dumb enough to cross him.

Then there was Sami, his 28-year-old brother-in-law, a limp-dicked little bitch married to Hassan’s sister. Sami was all soft curves and smooth skin, a submissive fucktoy with doe eyes that screamed “pound me.” The marriage was bullshit—forone knew Sami’s real hunger was for Hassan’s fat cock. Today, in the sweaty heat of the harvest, that filthy craving was about to explode.

“Sami, get your ass over here,” Hassan barked, his voice a gravelly fuck-you that made Sami’s balls tighten. Sweat dripped from his hairy pits as he glared at the trembling twink. “You’ve been eye-fucking my dick all day. What’s your deal, you little slut?”

Sami’s cheeks burned red. “N-nothing, Hassan…”

Hassan laughed, a dirty growl, and stepped closer, his bulge brushing Sami’s hip. “Don’t bullshit me. You’re begging for arab gay sex, aren’t you? You want this fat cock splitting you open.” The words hit Sami like a slap, his hole twitching at the thought.

The Barn of Cock-Wrecking

By afternoon, they were in the barn, hay sticking to their sweaty skin like cum on a cheap whore. Hassan ripped off his shirt, showing off that hairy chest, nipples hard as fucking bullets. The air stank of his musk, a thick, horny scent that made Sami’s prick leak. Hassan caught him staring, his lips curling into a nasty smirk.

“You want this, don’t you?” Hassan snarled, grabbing Sami’s wrist and yanking him close. Their bodies slammed together, and Hassan’s hairy pecs rubbed against Sami’s smooth chest. “Admit it, you cock-hungry bitch—you’re dying for arab gay sex.”

Sami whimpered, his voice breaking. “Yes, Hassan… I need arab gay sex with you.”

“Fucking right you do,” Hassan spat, shoving Sami against the hay so hard it scratched his back raw. He ripped open his trousers, unleashing that beastly cock—nine inches of thick, pulsing meat, dripping precum like a goddamn faucet. Sami’s eyes bugged out, his mouth watering. “This is arab gay sex, you little cunt. Suck it.”

Sami dropped to his knees, gagging as he tried to wrap his lips around Hassan’s massive prick. The hairy bastard groaned, fisting Sami’s hair and shoving deeper. “That’s it, choke on it. Show me how bad you want arab gay sex.” Spit dripped down Sami’s chin as Hassan skull-fucked him, balls slapping his face like a dirty rhythm.

The Night of Ass-Pounding

Night fell, and Hassan wasn’t done wrecking Sami’s holes. He dragged the whimpering slut to a dark corner of the fields, the moonlight glinting off his hairy ass. “Strip, you fucking tease,” Hassan ordered, his voice dripping with horny menace.

Sami peeled off his clothes, his skinny frame shivering as Hassan’s eyes raped him. The hairy stud dropped his own gear, that giant cock swinging free, hard as steel. “You’re my bitch now,” Hassan growled, shoving Sami to the dirt. “Ready for some real arab gay sex?”

Sami moaned as Hassan’s rough hands spread his ass cheeks, spitting on his tight little hole. “Tell me you’re a slut for arab gay sex,” Hassan demanded, smacking Sami’s ass so hard it echoed.

“I’m a slut for arab gay sex!” Sami cried, his voice breaking as Hassan jammed two thick fingers inside, stretching him like a cheap whore. The burn was brutal, but Sami’s cock throbbed, leaking all over the dirt.

Hassan lined up his monster dick, hairy thighs flexing, and rammed in balls-deep with one savage thrust. Sami screamed, his ass clenching around the intrusion. “Fuck yeah, this is arab gay sex,” Hassan roared, pounding Sami’s hole like a jackhammer. “Take it, you filthy bitch!”

The Rhythm of Cock-Slamming

The night turned into a fuckfest, Hassan’s hairy body slamming into Sami’s over and over. Sweat poured off him, matting his fur as he drilled that tight ass. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, clawing Sami’s hips. “Built for arab gay sex with a stud like me.”

Sami was a mess, sobbing and moaning as Hassan’s cock rearranged his guts. “Beg for it,” Hassan snarled, yanking Sami’s head back by the hair. “Tell me you need arab gay sex.”

“I need arab gay sex!” Sami wailed, his hole gaping as Hassan plowed deeper. The hairy bastard’s balls slapped against him, a wet, nasty sound that drove Sami wild. He was cumming hands-free, spurting into the dirt like a bitch in heat.

Hassan’s thrusts turned feral, his grunts shaking the night. “You’re my cumdump now,” he hissed, his hairy ass clenching as he unloaded. Thick ropes of jizz flooded Sami’s wrecked hole, dripping out as Hassan kept fucking through it. “for time you think of arab gay sex, it’s my cock you’ll crave.”

The Cum-Soaked Aftermath

They collapsed in the dirt, Sami’s ass leaking Hassan’s load, his body fucked raw. Hassan sprawled beside him, hairy chest heaving, that massive cock still twitching. “You’re hooked, you little whore,” he sneered, wiping cum off his prick and smearing it on Sami’s lips. “Hooked on arab gay sex with me.”

Sami licked it off, too fucked-out to argue. “Yeah… I’ll always want arab gay sex with you,” he rasped, his throat sore from screaming.

Hassan grinned, pulling Sami’s limp body against his hairy frame. “Damn right. This ass is mine now.” The fields lay quiet, soaked in their filth, a testament to a night of brutal, cock-driven lust.