Then she sucked my softening cock dry and licked it clean. She swallowed every drop. Then, much to my surprise, and against all the laws of science, I started getting hard again. Her eyes opened wide. She held my cock in her hand and watched it get...
After getting enough close-up footage in that position, she held the camcorder between her legs, pointing up to get an underside shot. I went in and out of her at different speeds, so she could cut to a close up at any point of our lovemaking...
She was so tight; it felt like my cock was being squeezed by a circus strongman. The sensation of it was almost as amazing as the sight of it going inside. I just tried to soak in the visual splendour of my cock disappearing into Dara...
“How’s this look?” she said, playfully, putting her hands sensuously on the inside of her thighs and opening them for the camera. “Fucking awesome.” She giggled. Her panties were white, with little blue teddy bears...
She gleefully directed me through the first stages of taking off my shirt for the camera. I had a pretty scrawny chest, but she oohed and ahhed like I was a model. Then she told me to unzip the fly of my jeans. I did, and immediately my underwear...
Then I came to the ‘unofficial’ photos she asked me to take toward the end, where she had gleefully showed way too much cleavage and posed like a sex queen. I wondered what it meant that she had trusted me to take these photos. After...
Later in the day, I ran into Kunle, my friend from the camera club. He said, with surprise, that Dara Johnson had talked to him. Just like me, he had always thought people like her were too lofty to speak to him. But she knew his name and even knew...
I turned and busied myself with the camera, too intimidated to look at her directly. I realized the camera was still in movie mode, so I switched it back to photo mode and looked at her through the lens. She was nervously clutching the centre of...
“How ’bout this?” she asked as she coquettishly tilted her chin down, staring up at me with her oceanic eyes. My heart skipped a beat. “P-perfect” I stuttered. I looked at her for a few moments through the safety of the...
I did my best, thrusting into her faster and faster, squeezing her nipples, as we both went into oxygen debt, panting like crazy. Just as I felt myself start to cum, I pulled both of her nipples away from her chest, and squeezed them, probably too...
That was on my mind again on Tuesday night, when she asked for some help with a math course I had passed the year before. I suspected a ruse since Tolani had taken the same course, besting my grade by two points. I was right, as Fatimi leaned over...
How could you?! How the hell did you let those files leak into the hands of a student for that matter?! Are you trying to ruin me?! Mrs Benji yelled at Mr Afolabi at their meeting room In a local hotel. He kept trying to explain that he had no idea...
She was breathtaking. Her breasts, which I would later learn were 36DDs, were magnets to my hands. I tested their weight, as her hard nipples centred in broad areola pressed into my palms. A small moan escaped her lips, as she leaned in to kiss me...
A brand new phone in the hands of Fatima with permission for use from her mother was like putting a gun in a rogue’s hands. She used the device to all of its advantages. She and Tony could now hook up even on days that he wasn’t...
“Dammit, Jide, we need to get you laid at least once before we graduate!” said my roommate Ikenna. Graduation was in about four weeks. “Mister Shy?” asked Hassan. “Good luck with that. Have you ever thought about a...
Fatimah started to clean the board from the lower parts where she had no trouble with and when that part was done, she looked up, here’s where her trouble would start she thought to herself as she crouched a bit and jumped to clean the higher...
Everything seemed so different ever since she had sex with Tony. There was this aura of happiness she felt all around her. She did not only have her dream of being fucked on a bed fulfilled but she was also fucked by a very handsome guy, a guy that...
She handed the wallet to him and he counted some freshly minted notes and handed them to her then added a few extra for, she thanked him and was about to leave when he asked her to wait for a bit. He started to engage her in small talk and soon...
Fatimah was able to escape that night due to Theo’s quick wit. He simply told her he slept, while he was sleeping on the bench and he mistakenly rolled off it which led to the bench breaking and making a loud bang. He said he hadn’t seen...
Sadness was well written on her face and she greeted Iya Fati grumpily, she was unbothered by Fatimah’s mood and just gave her a long list of chores she was to take care of while she attended to her customers. Fatimah sleeps on the parlour...
“Ha… abi na, you be the girl wey dem say three people they fuck for house?” Kingsley asked in a low tone surprised. Fatimah explained that it was a rumour that it was the pornstar that was fucked on TV, that was fucked by three men...
She was so tired, walking home was so tedious, the sun had started to go down but she still was sweating profusely but with all these, she had a big smile plastered on her face. She felt so happy, she had sex with John, the cutest boy in the whole...
He watched her slowly sandwich his dick between his and her damp panties, the wetness from the panties on his dick was so cold it sent jolts of electricity up and down his spine, his dick seemed to get harder as Fatimah continued her sultry play...
Fatimah started to enjoy class a bit better not because she got more intelligent but because Mr Folabi had stopped flogging her with his cane and started using his dick a procedure she always enjoyed and looked forward to. Her academics...
She slipped two fingers in her pussy, it had been so long that she did that and she almost forgot what sweet sensation she got from fingering herself. Mr Afolabi continued to roll her boobs on her chest and play with her nipples, they were too...
She would part her pussy with two fingers and pushed the remote to the entrance. It stung but she wanted to see how far she could go. Some of it went in with an audible pop and she had to throw a palm over her own mouth to muffle her scream. It was...
Fatty Bumbum! What’s her name? Fatty Bumbum!!! The whole class shouted gleefully much to Fatimah’s disgust. Everything seems to always go against her. She had got the whole assignment wrong, only she got it wrong out of a class of 41...
