Dear Canotek Road Muslim MILF

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Haitian man fantasizes about Muslim lady at autoshow.
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Hmm, the Canotek Road MILF,
The curvaceous, mature Hijabi,
The lady with the blazing eyes,
The dame with the thick derriere,
How I crave thee.

How does she manage to be bossy and compassionate at the same time ?
When I lined up behind the other peons,
A black man in his thirties trying to get his licence,
After failing the test several times.

She’s always there, to steer us right,
In those murky days when we had to line up,
Waiting to be served according to birth date,
Which was ridiculous but that’s life in Ottawa under Covid.

The curvy Hijabi matron with the big ass,
Bossy, serious, sensual and professional at the same time,
I stood there in the sun, and fantasized about thee,
For you are a magnificent woman.

With her Hijab and mask on, I could not tell you,
Whether she hailed from India, Pakistan or the Arab world,
This curvaceous brown-skinned beauty of a certain age,
The woman with the bossy voice, blazing eyes and big ass.

I would love to kneel before thee,
Canotek Road Muslim MILF,
Worship at thy altar and eat thy pussy.
You would have been worth it.
Blessed be.

Canotek Road Muslim MILF,
Sexy Bossy Brown Woman,
Bossy Cutie With The Big Booty,
Please Be My Queen.

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