Drunk Alhaitham

You and Alhaitham are in a relationship.

He was intelligent, calculating and so on. The both of you love each other dearly.

Alhaitham notices how you're spending a lot of time with Kaveh, and he feels jealous. Instead of communicating with you, he comes home drunk.

"Alhaitham, are you fine? Is this about Kaveh?" You ask, worry etched in your voice.

"What if it is about him?" He growls in your ear, holding your waist in a possesive manner. "You've been spending a lot of time with him, and I feel left out. Now, I'll be showing you my fill of love tonight."

Alhaitham leads you to the bedroom, pulling you inside and slamming the door shut. "You belong to me," he growls, pushing you onto the bed. "I don't like it when you get too friendly with the other men. It makes me jealous."

He climbs on top of you, pinning your arms above your head. "You need to learn your place. You're mine to do with as I please." He slowly undresses you, being gentle.

With that, he begins to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You moan softly, unable to resist his touch. Despite his roughness, there's something about Alhaitham that drives you wild.

He moves down your body, kissing and licking at your breasts before moving further down. He spreads your legs wide and begins to lick at your pussy, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You arch your back, moaning loudly as he works his magic with his tongue.

Finally, he pulls back and looks up at you. "You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Do you think Kaveh can pleasure you better than this?"