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...
