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Hairy Arab Gay Rough Hookup in the Medina – A Night of Sweat & Lust

The streets of the medina were alive, buzzing with the energy of the night. Lanterns flickered against the sandstone walls, casting long shadows in the narrow alleys. Karim walked with no real destination, the scent of spices and shisha filling the air around him.

It was late, and most of the stalls had closed. Only a few figures lingered in the darkness—whispers exchanged, deals made, desires fulfilled in the unseen corners of the city.

Karim turned down a quieter street, the sound of his own footsteps echoing against the cobblestone. He wasn’t lost, but he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going either. That was, until he saw him.

A man leaned against an old wooden door, cigarette dangling from his lips, watching Karim with sharp, dark eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered, his chest thick with hair peeking out from the open collar of his shirt. His beard was trimmed but full, giving him the look of someone who knew exactly what he wanted.

And right now, what he wanted was obvious.

🔥 A Silent Invitation 🔥

Karim slowed his steps, their eyes locking. The man smirked, taking a slow drag of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground.

“You look like you’re looking for something,” he murmured, voice deep and laced with something dark, something dangerous.

Karim swallowed, his throat dry. “Maybe.”

The man pushed off the door, stepping forward. “Follow me.”

It wasn’t a request.

🔥 Into the Shadows 🔥

They moved through the backstreets, deeper into the maze of the medina. The world around them grew quieter, the walls taller, the alleyways narrower. Karim’s heart pounded, anticipation and adrenaline mixing into something intoxicating.

The man pushed open a heavy wooden door, gesturing for Karim to step inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with heat. A small window let in the glow of the city beyond, but here, in this space, nothing else existed.

The door clicked shut. Locking them in.

Karim barely had time to breathe before he was pinned against the rough stone wall, the man’s body pressing hard against his own.

“You knew what you were getting into when you followed me,” he growled, his beard scraping against Karim’s jaw.

Karim exhaled sharply. “I hoped.”

🔥 No Words, Just Action 🔥

The first kiss was brutal, claiming. Hands gripped tight, mouths collided, teeth clashed. The man’s fingers dug into Karim’s hips, dragging him closer, grinding against him with raw, unrestrained need.

Karim moaned into his mouth, fingers tangling in the thick curls of his hair. He could feel the heat radiating from his body, the scent of sweat and musk thick in the air.

With a rough tug, his shirt was yanked open, buttons popping. The man’s lips trailed down his neck, biting, marking. Karim’s head fell back against the wall, his breath hitching as the sensation sent shivers down his spine.

“You like it rough?” the man murmured against his skin.

Karim smirked. “Try me.”

🔥 Bare, Brutal & Unstoppable 🔥

That was all the encouragement needed. In a blur of movement, Karim found himself flipped onto the old wooden table in the center of the room. The man’s hands roamed down his back, gripping his waist, spreading him wide.

“You’re taking me raw,” he growled.

Karim moaned, pressing back against him. “Do it.”

And he did.

The first thrust knocked the air from Karim’s lungs, the sheer force of it setting his nerves on fire. The man didn’t hold back—he took what he wanted, and Karim gave it to him willingly.

The table creaked beneath them, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing through the room. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mixing with the scent of sex and heat.

“Fuck,” the man groaned, his grip tightening on Karim’s hips. “You feel so good.”

Karim’s fingers curled against the wood, his body trembling as pleasure built with every rough movement.

“Harder,” he gasped.

The man chuckled darkly. “You asked for it.”

And then, he gave him exactly what he wanted.

🔥 The Aftermath 🔥

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak, and then—it shattered.

Karim’s body tensed, his moans muffled against the hard surface of the table. The man followed seconds later, his grip tightening as he groaned deeply.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Just the sound of their ragged breathing filled the space.

Then, the man stepped back, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “You’re trouble,” he muttered, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.

Karim chuckled breathlessly, rolling onto his back. “And you like trouble.”

The man smirked, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. “Yeah. I do.”

He tossed one to Karim, lighting his own. The glow of the flame illuminated his sharp features, his beard still glistening with sweat.

Karim took a