This Tuesday morning, February 17th, it must have been around 10:00 AM when my phone beeped. It was Ali texting me, "Hey my whore. Ramadan starts tonight. Need to relieve myself before fasting!" I replied, "Available at 2:00 PM if you want, near Pigalle." His response was immediate: "OK. I'll meet you at 2:00 PM at the Atlas." Oh, that bastard, if he takes me to the Atlas, I'm gonna get it bad! At 1:45 PM, I arrived at the Atlas dressed as a guy and rushed to a corner to change. Once ready, I handed my bag and belongings to the guy at the ticket counter. Now all I had to do was wait. I went up to the upstairs theater because that's where Ali and I meet when we come to this Parisian adult cinema. I settled into the lower section in front of the big screen. Immediately, a lecherous old man sat down to my right and began to caress me. I let him because I immediately understood what kind of man he was. Yes, he wanted to caress and suck. I let him because I didn't mind it. The guy placed his hand on my knee and moved it up my stockings. He slipped his hand inside my thong and caressed me. I quickly became erect, and the guy leaned down to take me in his mouth. He must have been sucking me for about ten minutes when Ali arrived and sat down to my left. "So, you little slut," he said. "You like being sucked by a lecherous old man." Then he leaned towards me and kissed me passionately, sliding his tongue between my lips. I love this kind of thing! But I didn't want to come yet, so I let the guy know it was over. He sat up, and I straightened my clothes. "Come on," Ali said. "Now it's your turn to suck me." He pulls me behind him and we go up to the balcony of the upstairs room. Ali settles into an armchair and unzips his pants. I position myself between his legs and give him a great blowjob. Soon, our little game attracts onlookers and there's a crush around us. Some are jerking off, others are just stroking their balls to avoid coming too quickly, I imagine. Ali is now very hard and I know he wants more. "Come on, my little slut, I'm going to take care of you," he says, taking my hand. I know what he likes and I position myself on the balcony, both hands on the railing overlooking the lower section. I stick my ass out, ready to fulfill my duty as a whore. I can see Ali positioning himself behind me, sliding my thong down to my feet and grabbing me by the waist. I spread my legs wide and there's his cock already... throbs in my groove. "I love your ass!" he said as he started to fuck me.I arch my back, hollow my spine, and moan under his thrusts. When he is firmly inside me, he becomes still. "To think I'll have to wait until the end of Ramadan," he said. "Then make the most of me," I confessed, swaying my hips. He started pounding me hard; I recognized his passion. I loved his slut, his whore, his kahba, as he called me. Now that I ...

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