Action in Calabar episode 6

Action in Calabar episode 6
Written By Adedamola Yusuf…
Uduak
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 laps, athletic and hairy..
His voice has gotten deeper than earlier and it sounds more cozy, making the atmosphere more inviting. I was rubbing my laps against each other in no precise model, running through my minds are thoughts that’s making this Kittycat scre-m- a big duplex with just two souls in it, nothing interrupting, not even the silence!
Everything was sending messages to me.. it began to rain and I was convinced that this has to happen. i could hærdly hear Duke’s voice as the voices in my head are louder, my mind at the moment is blowing its self up, the aura was just too blue..
I got up and sat on him, I stared deep 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-ss him, and my gown went up simultaneous and my Buttocks was out, he returned my k-ss very carefully, he was trying to be a gentleman which I don’t appreciate at this junction, I want it raw and hærd.
I k-ssed him more deeply and roughly and he caught my drift and switched to my pace. He grabbed my Buttocks, and the feeling of his relatively firm hands made cold run through my spine..
I was b-ra-less which made his access to my firm and now hærd Tips easy. He held it with very hærd masculinity, and grabbed tight. I felt a sharp pain but also I felt joy..
He kneaded my Tips; I was quietly mo-ning loud, that won’t make much sense to you unless you are in that position.. I was riding his Joystick in fantasy, and though I am still clad, I was moving in the Joystick riding rhythm, and trying to feel his agressively hærd Joystick,with my Kittycat; through our clothes. I wanted his Joystick to punch me deep.
I gauged the length of it and I was impressed. He rolled me over, with my back leaning on the rug. He stripped me off my clothes and I tore his tank top in return. The moment I’ve been anticipating.
I ran my fingers through his abs, damn! he is fit! All musclar and his veins at this point have got hot blood running through it. He k-ssed me healthily, I melted to pulp and was compelled to ask for it, “please, 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 ready to strike.
He laid hot and heavy and he was rubbing the tip to get to work.. He oozed a bit of prec-m. 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 squeezed my cunt muscles in anticipation.
I dove in head first; literally. I went ahead to give him a Mouthaction.. I choked at my first shot, it is a Joystick to kill for.. My mouth was crammed full of man meat.
I was hearing audibly his husky mo-ning voice and also his testimony of how well I was doing it. I’m a certified deep throat.
He couldn’t help it as some point, I snapped his control. He pulled 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 womb and I scre-med.
He started thr-sting slowly. I was mo-ning hærd, 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 tight and his hands were placed carefully on my Buttocks, 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 squeeze of the throw pillow will describe the fantasy I was getting; i battered it. I’m getting thoroughly Forked.
He pulled out with a pop and requested I s-ck him again. I was glad to. I s-cked him clean, tasting my juices 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 banged me seriously like he was going to wreck my Kittycat. It was so fast that I began to cough, I was mo-ning 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 mo-ning racket! he began to thr-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 became uncontrolable, and slammed so deep i scre-med! I think he dislodged my womb. He then squeezed all into me and nutted! “damn! in,side of me?” I asked with in a very worried tone!! Fork it.. The haze of arousal faded 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!!
Fred
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 wh0le annoying charade! Dressed in my sharp and sedulously ironed green suit, I walked briskly into the already settled class.
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 class when I heard a noise from the entrance.. A well dressed female student was trying to pack her books from the floor. Her gown hugged 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 “Please sir, may I come in?”