The Sultan stretched, a new day began, as always warm and windless. He loved this time of year very much; the heat had not yet set in. But it was warm enough to walk in the garden without clothes.
Today he did not expect anyone, he did not assign state affairs today. The Sultan wanted to devote the whole day to joy and pleasure.
He walked along the garden path without clothes, knowing that not a single soul could see him. Stopping at the fountain, he stood under the refreshing streams. He knew that here, in the gazebo, one of his concubines was waiting. The Sultan carefully approached the naked girl, his penis quickly stood up, ready to get to work. The girl was lying on her side, legs crossed, sleeping peacefully. The Sultan inserted his penis into the fragrant, slippery slit of the bud between the girl’s legs and, looking up, entered her. The girl didn’t even wake up, only her body trembled from the overlord’s attack. The Sultan, with quick progressive movements, poured his sperm into the sleeping girl. Stretching, he headed towards the clearing covered with food. The Sultan sat down and began to eat. He was in no hurry, he was bored with the monotonous life, he had already experienced everything he wanted, and now he was looking for new sensations. Light footsteps were heard and a naked girl of about eight hurriedly walked out into the clearing, her eyes downcast. She removed the empty tray from the Sultan and pushed the pilaf over.
The Sultan lay down and, dipping his hand into the pilaf, began to eat.
The girl lay down at the feet of the Sultan and, trying not to disturb her master, began to quietly lick his penis.
