Leroux.” Fadi panted while he politely looked over at Marc. Anime Miles away from the Radio station, On 14 Crest Road, inside the lovely home of Fadi and Jamilah Najjar, Fadi reached up with both arms in the air and yawned. “Oh, ‘ello Fadi.” Marc’s friendly greeting made his french accent come through a bit more. He didn’t want to be improper and listen in on the black man without knowing that it was okay. And with her sweet husband watching her, Jamilah couldn’t ask for anything more. Barely could he keep his eyes off of her in her bathrobe. So she stood there quietly, longing for his touch. “Mmm.” Jamilah leaned into her husband, putting her arms around him and gently pressing her large soft breasts into his chest while she slid her tongue in between his lips.
