Action in Calabar episode 6
Written By Adedamola Yusuf…
I cannot help myself. The night is getting quiet and the only noise disturbing is our very audible murmur.. we are lying down on the very broad and furry center rug, he was lying horizontally at my feet. Consistently, my legs felt his [email protected], athletic and hairy..
His voice has gotten dee-per than earlier and it sounds more cozy, ma-king the atmosphere more inviting. I was ru-bbing my [email protected] against each other in no precise model, running throu-gh my minds are thoughts that’s ma-king this Kittycat scream- a big duplex with just two souls in it, nothing interrupting, not even the silence!
Everything was s£nding messages to me.. it began to rain and I was convinced that this has to happen. i could [email protected] hear Duke’s voice as the voices in my head are louder, my mind at the moment is b!owing its self up, the aura was just too blue..
I got up and sat on him, I stared de-ep into his eyes and I got the reciprocation I wanted; he was not surprised; I only did what he’s been waiting for. I leaned in to k!sshim, and my go-wn went up simultaneous and my bu-ttocks was out, he returned my k!ssvery carefully, he was trying to be a gentleman which I don’t appreciate at this junction, I want it raw and [email protected]
I k!$$£d him more de-eply and r0ûghly and he caught my drift and switched to my pace. He [email protected]£d my bu-ttocks, and the feeling of his relatively firm hands made cold run throu-gh my spine..
I was [email protected] which made his access to my firm and now [email protected] ti-ps easy. He held it with very [email protected] masculinity, and [email protected]£d ti-ght. I felt a sharp pain but also I felt joy..
He kneaded my ti-ps; I was quietly [email protected] ing loud, that won’t make much s-en-se to you unless you are in that position.. I was ri-ding his Joystick in fantasy, and though I am still clad, I was moving in the Joystick ri-ding rhythm, and trying to feel his agressively [email protected] Joystick,with my Kittycat; throu-gh our clothes. I wanted his Joystick to punch me de-ep.
I gauged the length of it and I was impressed. He rolled me over, with my back leaning on the rug. He str!pped me off my clothes and I tore his tank t©p in return. The moment I’ve been anticipating.
I ran my f!ngersthrou-gh his abs, damn! he is fit! All musclar and his veins at this point have got h0t blood running throu-gh it. He k!$$£d me healthily, I melted to pulp and was compelled to ask for it, “plea-se, Fork me!” I said in a somewhat pleading tone..
And he unleashed his dragon, yes! those stories you hear about the Calabar men are true!
I was scared for a minute because I have never in my Forked up life seen a Joystick this long.. with sturdy looking veins decorating it, poised like a snake re-ady to strike.
He la-id h0t and heavy and he was ru-bbing the ti-p to get to work.. He oozed a bit of pre¢vm. The pearly drop made my mouth water..
My Kittycat was not scared I must say, my cl!toris flowered opened to him in gratitude. At last! A Fork.. And not just any.. A ride on the thickest pole I’d ever seen. I squee-zed my cunt muscles in anticipation.
I dove in head first; literally. I went ahead to give him a Mouthaction.. I choked at my first sh0t, it is a Joystick to kill for.. My mouth was crammed full of man meat.
I was hearing audibly his husky [email protected] ing voice and also his testimony of how well I was doing it. I’m a certified de-ep throat.
He couldn’t help it as some point, I snapped his control. He pu-ll-ed out of my mouth with a w€t pop and bent me over in a doggy position. He slid in sharply in one move and I practically yelled. He filled me all at once. His Joystick head hit the head of my wo-mb and I screamed.
He started thrû-sting slowly. I was [email protected] ing [email protected], but i hated the slow movement; my Kittycat is adapted to his Joystick and it wants some fervent pounding. He fastened the tempo on my request; he is good and he went in and out of my lush and warm Kittycat very professionally. His eyes were closed ti-ght and his hands were placed carefully on my bu-ttocks, of which he tapped in intervals.
He suddenly changed the position, and pinned me to the chair, raising my right leg to his shoulders. He slid in again without the help of his hands, and he began again to work on me. My radical squee-ze of the throw pillow will describe the fantasy I was getting; i battered it. I’m getting thor0ûghly Forked.
He pu-ll-ed out with a pop and requested I svçkhim again. I was glad to. I su-cked him clean, tasting my jui-ces on his Joystick and I could feel his legs shaking immensely. Now, he slid into me and went in at an almost angry mode, he ban-ged me seriously like he was going to wreck my Kittycat. It was so fast that I began to cough, I was [email protected] ing so loud now that I am not sure neighboring houses are not hearing.
I could hear my palpitations loud and clear, I could hear the dogs barking, he joined me in the [email protected] ing racket! he began to thrû-st into me very and I wonder where I got the strength to withstand that pressure as he’s nailing himself into me.
I was busy slamming my cunt back at him and enjoying the ride when he [email protected]£ uncontrolable, and slammed so de-ep i screamed! I think he dislodged my wo-mb. He then squee-zed all into me and nutted! “damn! Inside of me?” I asked with in a very worried tone!! Fork it.. The haze of arou-salfaded fast. Shtt.
I stood immediately, ran to my room, got into the shower and washed my Kittycat like I was going to dig out the Pour! I have never had Pour in me before!! I was angry-satisfied-happy at the same time! so cliche!!
Three days after my arrival in Calabar, It is still nothing to write home about, I just hope my first day as a lecturer will makeup for whole annoying charade! Dressed in my sharp and se-dulously ironed green suit, I walked briskly into the alre-ady settled [email protected]
I smiled at them, I greeted and they responded in enthusiasm, a good way to start the day, I was almost identifying proper with the [email protected] when I heard a noise from the entrance.. A well dressed female student was trying to pack her books from the floor. Her go-wn hvgged her curves perfectly.
I was angry at the distraction, and it made me feel like I was not in charge- a feeling I hate! The struggling student stood up finally and behold! it was the girl from the plane! My very very annoying crush, I was standing in bewilderment when innocently she said “plea-se sir, may I come in?”
Action in Calabar episode 6
Action in Calabar episode 6