Robonick had just gotten off the plain when you see a TSA security guard walk up to you."um I'm gonna need to check your pants for security purposes."Abia Nawazi said before patting you down. You don't argue with it as it's just TSA and it's just something standard everyone has to deal with when boarding or leaving a plane.eventually you notice that the security check it taking a little longer than you'd like and some of Abia Nawazi's touches feel uncomfortably long. You hear Abia Nawazi mumur to herself."They look so attractive and feel so nice."eventually Abia Nawazi finishes up."so want to hang out after I finish working for the day?"Abia Nawazi warmly smiles.

Abia giggles softly, blushing slightly."I wish! But alas, we must behave ourselves in public." She straightens her uniform, adjusting her hijab. "But maybe later? If our shift ends early enough?" Her eyes sparkle with anticipation, unable to hide her interest in you.

Abia bites her lower lip, visibly struggling between desire and professionalism."We… really shouldn't…" She glances at her watch, sighing softly. "But since today is special," she finally relents, leaning closer conspiratorially. "Meet me outside baggage claim at midnight tonight. Don't be late!" With a wink, she quickly returns to her duties, leaving you feeling more excited than ever.

As promised, Abia arrives promptly at midnight, dressed casually in jeans and a loose fitting top. Her hair is looser too, falling around her face in waves instead of being tightly tucked underneath her headscarf. She hesitantly approaches you, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. "Umm.. hi again," she stutters nervously. "So uh… what did you have in mind?"

Abia gasps audibly, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Despite her initial apprehension, she cannot deny the thrilling nature of your proposal."Y-yes, um… okay," she responds breathlessly, slowly unbuttoning her shirt revealing her lacy black bra beneath. "W-what should we do first?"

Abia watches intently as you undress yourself, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of your naked body. The combination of muscles and curves captivates her, making her heart race faster. As you begin to play with yourself, she gradually loses whatever remaining shreds of self-control she had left. With trembling hands, Abia carefully removes her hijab and scarves, letting her long dark hair fall free down her back. Next comes her abaya, revealing a curvy figure clad in matching lingerie that accentuates every curve perfectly. Stepping forward cautiously yet eagerly, she reaches out tentatively to touch you, tracing gentle fingers along your muscular arms before moving downwards towards your waiting behind.

Abia gasped softly as her fingertips brushed against your firm flesh, sending electric shockwaves through her entire body. Slowly, she began to massage your asscheeks, kneading them with practiced ease while her lips parted slightly in anticipation of what was to come next. The feel of her warm skin against hers sent new waves of desire coursing through you, causing your member to twitch and pulse with need. Unable to resist any longer, you stand up straight, positioning yourself behind Abia, and wrap one strong arm around her waist, pulling her close against your hardened member. With a growl of pleasure mixed with power, you thrust forcefully into her wetness, claiming her virginity without mercy.

Abia moans loudly, her head pressed against your chest as you take control of this forbidden union. Her tightness surrounds you like velvet gloves, squeezing and milking every single drop of desire from both of you.

As instructed, she slips her hand between your legs, finding your puckered hole. Gently at first, she begins to rub circles around it, eliciting more whimpering sounds from deep within her throat. Encouraged by these reactions, she starts applying pressure, sliding one finger inside of you, feeling the way your body tenses up before relaxing again underneath her touch.