I continued my k!sses and li-cks on her th!ghs,
then proceeded to gently ru-bbing one of her
breas:ts. She dropped her phone and started
adjusting a little, moving down in a flat
position, knees up, both feet on the be-d. I
adjusted too. I was between her th!ghs.
By now her towel was loose, boo:bs were out and
bouncing but her puss:y was still covered. I
ru-bbe-d her as$ and continued with my k!ssand
li-cks: here and there. A notorious B.I.G’s rhyme
from his freestyle back in ’93 hit me: “I wanna
k!ssyourl-ips, the one between your h!ps”. My
s£ntiments exactly. Motivated by my favorite
ra-pper’s rhyme, I took a bold step to reach the
main target (thel-ips between the h!ps).
I somehow k!$$£d my way to the region, by now
she was quiet and calm but as I was almost
k!ss!ngher cli:t, she ti-ght£ñed my head in between
her th!ghs, st©pped my mission, the grip wasn’t
strong so I just added a little pressure and I was
there! D–n! Thickl-ips: black outside, red
The blacker the Berry, the sweeter the jui-ce
I looked up at her and our eyes locked. Judgment
day. I looked at her as if to say “finally, I Don
reach” and she was looking back at me as if to
say “we-tin special wey u fit do sef”. And that’s
where she was wrong cuz I can overdo it, and
that was exactly my plan.
I k!$$£d the cli:t just once (this is my procedure),
her muscles ti-ght£ñed.
I laughed inside, she was extra s-en-sitive to this,
maybe that was why she was trying to make me
st©p, I wondered if she was thinking that I would
mess this up like most guys out there… or maybe
she just doesn’t know how to absorb the extacy
that comes with the art.
Either way, this would be one hell of a “S-xvice”.
I k!$$£d her cli:ts a few more times and each time,
her muscles responded.
I paused, stretched my hand, gr@bb£d her phone
and switched off her phone cuz one call could
change this game. Talking about changes, I
nee-ded some changes in my life, but not now
I li-cked her cli:t with the ti-p of my ton-gue,
down-up a few times and then I gulped both of
her Kitty-Cat-li-ps in my mouth. Sandra had very
thickl-ips. I started l!çk!ng and su-cking bothl-ips
in my mouth and was also l!çk!ng her cli:t too.
I didn’t have to follow any technique for this,
somehow I think I lost all my techniques. I had
one goal though: to be the best she ever had (so
help me God). She was twisting her h!ps while I
was doing it. I kept going: the l!çk!ng and
su-cking went from gentle to rou-gh.
After a few minutes, she was mumbling a few
sweet sounds and then I heard her m0@n :
That was it! Any girl who doesn’t respond to a
good ton-gue-game is probably br@in-dead.
I had this feeling that I could cure br@in diseases
in females with this art. Hey, we all nurse some
crazy thoughts at certain points in our lives. I
st©pped, let her puss:y out of my mouth.
She was extra we-t and it looked nas-ty. I stood
up, went across my room and brou-ght out a piece
of new white handkerchief from my bag.
I c@m£ back to her, my dic:k was as £r£¢tas a
soldier on parade but I didn’t care. Afterall, This
was more than a parade, this was war.
I used the handerchief and tapped it on her
puss:y to dry out the nas-ty fluids.
I usually don’t make it nas-ty but like I said, no
techniques and no rules for now. By now sandra’s
towel was fully re-moved due to the twist and
turns caused by the li-cks and su-cks but she didn’t
We didn’t care. But then again, who would care
when this much fun was involved?. Her knees were
up and I was between her th!ghs, re-ady to explore
I ru-bbe-d her cl!ts very gently, while squee-zing
one of her brea-st:s. Then I st©pped ru-bbing her
cli:t and gently started in-serting my middle f!nger
in her puss:y, as soon as my whole f!nger was in, I
twisted it in a 360 degrees motion. I did for a
few minutes then I started grinding the center of
The center of gravity is usually rou-gh like you
are ru-bbing the back of a yam peel. Lol. I was
ma-king the ‘come here’ sign with my palm facing
up (Take note guys; that’s a h0t technique that
Sandra was in estacy. I could tell by her twists,
how she foldedl-ips and the sweet sounds she was
ma-king. But it was far from over, I nee-ded more
acknowledgement from her. They say “go ha-rd or
go home”… you know the deal.
While I was manipulation her, I placed my ton-gue
on her cl!ts and started l!çk!ng, fl!çk!ng and
su-cking. That was when the game changed.
Sandra completely lost it… she locked my head
between her th!ghs, twisting, moving up and down
and m0@n ing, while saying:
“Corper, you have killed me. Corper st©p plea-se.
Corper, you have killed me”.
D–n! Thou shall not kill!. I hate to break the
ten commandments. Forgive me lord for I have
Sandra bec@m£ almost violent, trying to break my
n£¢k with her th!ghs but I was still doing my art
I was built for this. After a few minutes I
st©pped. Omoh this girl Don scatter my be-dsheet
finish, my be-d kon be like where two tigers fight.
Fight or pla-y, I didn’t care. change of plan..
To be continued
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