Ah, fuck. I teased her, dragging myself along her soaked folds, relishing the way her breath hitched, the way her nails dug into my shoulders. Not yet. Not when every brush of my tip against her clit made her whimper, not when her thighs trembled...
The moment the shower door shut behind us, Omotola moved—hiking her leg over my hip with a hunger that sent fire racing down my spine. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as she guided me inside her, our bodies slamming together with a wet slap that...
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...
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...
Everything was damn perfect—except for the fact that my eyes were practically glued to those two slay queens splashing around in their bikinis, their curves popping like well-fried puff-puff. “So, did you tell your girlfriend about it?” Tamara...
When I got back to my apartment, I saw that I had missed a video call invitation from Omotola. She wanted to talk to me! Praying that it was good news that awaited me and not bad, I clicked respond and waited for her face to appear on my computer...
The power was back on, and my cell phone was charged and staring right at me. Three missed calls from Omotola. I felt awful. For a moment, I considered picking it up and calling her back right then and there, but she was probably asleep, and I still...
“Who?” “You know who. Ginika. I think she’s gonna try to make a move on you tonight.” My hands froze in the middle of her back. Suddenly, my head was spinning, and not just from all the alcohol I had consumed. Since I...
“Aww!” Ginika giggled. “Don’t worry, we’ll be your friends. We might as well get to know each other, if we’re all gonna be working together, right?” And with that, she surprised me with another of her big...
As she hugged me, Ginika whispered, “I can’t tell you how great it is to meet you finally! There are NO people my age at Site B, they’re all like forty or seventy. I have nobody to talk to. Imagine how pleased I was when I found...
If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Omotola would be that she had descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of beautiful models. Agile, stunning, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But...
