“You are welcome to my home for the first time,” Ciara sounded, turning her fallen lustful, pale, bust, flat tummy and vagina line in between beefy thighs to Brian.Brian wanted to make a comment but he felt his eyes getting busier than his lips. Ciara had yanked her leg wide open now and the interesting broad view before brain was Ciara’s well shaven vagina lips calling on him. At the time he wanted to look away, possibly somewhere at the wall above her on the frames of art work scattered all over the wall or the enlarged wedding frame of Ciara and her husband on the wall opposite. He knew Ciara had set a trap and he had fallen. But he thought she had given up on him especially now another man, not just a man but a billionaire was warming her thighs.Ciara sat up, shooting her desire-filled stare at him and dimming her eyes like a stripper. “What do I offer you?” she asked.At first Brian thought he could tell her to dress up. But what he was able to do some time in the past had rema
“You are carrying twin baby boys in that stomach, so please take your antenatal seriously,”Those words of the doctor kept ringing in Meyer’s head all day long. She least expected a one night stand with Brian resulting to pregnancy with twin baby boys and she had doubted the doctor diagnosis until she visited another doctor who confirmed the same thing. Gradually as the day went by her bump started shooting out of her body. Pregnancy was the least of motherhood experiences he wanted but for the involvement and sake of Brian being a man she loved so much she was willing to pay the price for motherhood.She was done having her bath and she walked out of the bathroom stood before the mirror and looked into it while she rubbed her baby bump and swallowed into her nakedness, staring at her baby bump with caution and tenderness. Her breasts were inflating into bigger sight of attraction; her waist had grown wider and thicker like her entire body. She swirled around and smiled as she rubbed
Ken drove into his compound and halted at the parking lot. Before alighting, he caught hold of Mrs. Fanny’s picture which had always been in his portable leather wallet, and put it to his chest, and stamped a classical kiss on it.He was in New York to meet with Jacy, after getting a message from her earlier the day before. The message said; Hii Ken, it is of necessity we meet. From Jacy …He breathed uneasily at the thought of Jacy’s troubles and impossibility; worst of it was that he didn’t tell Mrs. Fanny of his whereabouts, even if it be a lie, and he had summoned the courage to turn off his phone – he knew she would be dialing his number now. Thoughtfully, he turned on his phone and as soon as the phone came up, tons of messages from Mrs. Fanny came on his phone rapidly;Where have you been, darling?I am worried, ken.What the hell is wrong that your phone is switched off-Call me as soon as you get my message - Did you get my message?I am getting sick for not hearing from yo
“Ah – oh gosh…” she gritted her teeth and bewailed at the top of her voice, writhed in pleasurable ecstasy and wriggled her body like a snake that got a machete cut. She kept wriggling her body until Ken caught hold of her waist, lifted her to his shoulder, took her out of the bed, walked to the wall opposite, pinned her on the wall like a work of art, and devoured from her thick lips to her neck and right from her neck to her stiffened pair of breasts that were bigger from arouse.“I missed you so much,” ken said in one breath and squatted to her thick, I-need-it thighs.“I miss –“ she couldn’t complete those words, “Oh damn,” she moaned, hissing and gnashing her teeth, “o –oops,” she moaned yet further wriggling her body on the wall and pushing his head harder into her clitoris.Ken busied his lips with the gentle stroke of cunnilingus . He freed his mouth from between her legs and pulled up to her, gasping into her face.“Why did you stop?” she queried, struggling to catch her bre
In few days a warden approached Mr. Fanny’s cubicle and called, “Fanny!” and when he answered the prison warden waved him over, “You are needed!” The warden said and opened his bars.Soon Mr. Fanny was staring at a red-haired, skinny, busty, white Mexican escort, who was well seated on the bed with her pale tiny legs crossed, rarely covering hot slender thighs that were unavoidable. When Mr Fanny entered the private room, he paused at the door leaned his body on the door and gazed thoughtfully at the whore the American blonde brought for his sexual pleasure. He studied the dashing lady as she dimmed her yes at him, smacked her lips lustfully, slid out a cigar from her bag, lit and blew a cloud of smoke at him.“Do I need to tell you no smoking in jail?” said Mr. Fanny staring at her with less interest.“I am not a prisoner.” She smoked on and added, “I am a client.” She blew a gorgeous cloud of smoke, stood up furiously and stated undressing.“Heh, hold on, hold on,” Mr. Fanny pled. “
Ciara was yet to understand the force behind her coming to Oliver’s house- Oliver had phoned her and sent her a message about a crucial matter he needed to disclose to her, and after countless restless thought, she decided to pay him a visit after their last session at love clinic on a cool evening. Eva had wanted to join her but she turned her down and when she wouldn’t give up on her demand, Ciara played a trick on her and disappeared without her knowledge. A lot had changed in Oliver’s house; Ciara observed as she stood at the door, combing around with her stares, her eyes rolling from one nude picture of models on the wall to another. The paintings and silhouette artistry of naked women left her with no conviction that Oliver was the mastermind behind her leaked nude videos. At once, upon beholding those pictures, she pitied and regretted coming to his house and as she turned to leave, a voice startled her.“And where are you off to?”That was Oliver’s voice; he had a flute which
Despite being faced with a bad boy as Oliver, Ciara was heady to do his bidding. She breathed hard as a mountain climber ascending the steep hill and by any slightest chance that her eyes got she would look for escape. Her entire body was already to the wall and that alone hampered her from taking any action.“Ok you wouldn’t obey me, right,” Oliver uttered in grief, grinned hugely, and stretched his hand to his jean. With a single pull from his pocket, his hand came out with a jack knife belt, as he armed himself to lash at her.“You have no right to use that on me. I don’t belong to you anymore and it is my choice to make not yours. If you dare lay your filthy hand on me consider yourself a dead man,” she shrieked pointing her finger at him. “I am already a dead man, oh yes I am, Ciara,” he roared, “You think I am a weakling for letting you fall for that gold-digger of your lover called Brian,” he roared, surging closer in calculative step. “I own you. I alone can decide your fat
Eva lurked at the edge of the wall, the base ball bat handy as she peeped cautiously following the trail of the shrieking voice. The shriek sounded from somewhere closely. She was in the sitting room now and everywhere was calm and devoid of a single soul.The shrieking voice sounded this time accompanied with, “Oh damn.”Eva followed the noise and traced it to her mother’s room. Interestingly, she came at the door, placed her ears on the door before peeping through the mahogany hole to behold her mother astride a macho heavily tattooed; short-haired, toy boy in bed:“Promise you will love me forever,” she demanded, stooping to her companion and planting a kiss on his dare-it lips.The man grabbed her waist firmly, “I promise to give you all. When you are down I will be down and when you need a shoulder to lean, I won’t be found wanting,” he mumbled and squeezed her naked , beefy buttocks , his fingers, escaping and stroking across her black lingerie which divided her buttocks cheek