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“Yes just like that… be good girl for me,” Kunle growled, his voice thick with lust as Njideka’s fingers wrapped around the monstrous bulge straining against his trousers. The way her innocent obedience mixed with her hungry...
The story follows Tosin, haunted by a past sexual affair and struggling with guilt over cheating on her devoted boyfriend, Kenny, who despite his suspicions, leaves her a heartfelt love note. Years later, Tosin—still unemployed and refusing to trade...
I quickly take two steps back, our eyes jam for the mirror, Aunty Kate laugh say see as I dey do like innocent person. she say shey no be me dey knack person wey wan scatter the roof of the BQ few days ago. I shock even though I no suppose shock...
That Aisha girl, na case she be. Overnight, she no gree me sleep. If she fuck me small, she go say make me self come fuck am. If we tire, she go begin use my bobby play. He be like this say this girl too like my bobby o because the way she go dey...
Tamara rose from the water like a mermaid, her string bikini clinging to every sinful curve. The tiny triangles of fabric left nothing to the imagination—just taut brown skin, glistening under the Lagos sun. But Ginika? Ah, Ginika! Her polka-dot...
Kunle leaned in closer, his massive frame casting a shadow over her, the heat radiating off his body. His voice dropped to a rough whisper, thick with desire and dominance. “Let’s stop pretending, Njideka. We both know why you’re really here...
Tosin is plunged into panic after an older, wealthy man nearly dies during sex with her in a hotel room. Overcome by guilt, fear, and shame, she imagines the public disgrace and legal consequences she might face. Just as she prepares to call for...
Small time, we hear as the person piss finish, flush the toilet come waka comot from the toilet. I make sure say we no continue anything until I hear the door close back. Immediately the door close, if you see speed Jummy take begin suck my penis...
If I think say I bad, Aisha na condem because she bad pass me far. Since that time wey we done carry our gists relate, I done begin notice say any time me and her dey for station, she go sha do mistake press my bress. Some times self, he no go be...
Every night (except when there is no light), my phone would light up with Omolara’s face, her lips already parted, her eyes heavy with hunger. The moment our screens connected, our hands would wander—hers slipping beneath the waistband of her...
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