“Now, you’re in control,” Adebayo murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as I straddled his semi-hard cock, still glistening with our mixed pleasure. The leather cuffs dangling from my wrists gave me a deliciously wicked idea...
The third time he pulled out, my pussy was pulsing, aching, so close— “NO! PUT IT BACK!” I thrashed against the cuffs, wild with frustration. “IF YOU PUT THAT THING NEAR MY MOUTH AGAIN, I WILL BITE IT OFF!!” Adebayo laughed...
I wanted to grab his head, grind against his face, ride that wicked tongue like a danfo bus on Third Mainland Bridge. But no—my treacherous wrists were still cuffed, my thighs forced wide open, leaving me helpless, just watching as he turned me into...
“Yes, but it’s not the only one. Watch this” Adebayo’s voice was thick with mischief as he flashed a wicked grin. He held up his hand, showing me a sleek, high-tech ring that glinted under the dim bedroom lights. With a...
The realisation should’ve pissed me off. Instead, my pussy throbbed like it owed him rent. Then Adebayo turned, and through the lenses, his six-pack looked close enough to lick. My mouth went dry. Had he been imagining his tongue there while I...
“Ah! This bloody bastard! This fucking idiot!” I screamed at my computer screen as the Find My iPhone app rubbed my nose in the truth. “Cheating, lying sonofabitch! God punish you!” Just minutes ago, my sweet-talking husband...
