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RIP to him. Such is life.

She still looks cute.

It is not surprising. Politics is like gambling.

Jokes apart,Tinubu is a big gun.

The pdp is right in its resolve. Let all aspirants test their acceptabity in free and fair elections.

Suzanne really exploded into a huge bucking climax. She heard him moan a few times but she was not aware of why for several long seconds as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure.

As she began returning to the real world, she could hear him telling her to take her sharp nails out of his back. She had not realized it but she had been digging her fingers into his back. As she released her grip, he moaned and said that she was the hottest most attractive babe he had ever laid pipe to, and that he was going to lay her ass good. He went right back to his pile driving and she could not help but tell him how much she loved it when he bleeped her like this. Her pussy and his cock were making audible slurping and smacking noises as our two bodies pounded against one another.

The smell of sex and sweat was filling her nostrils, and that twitch between her legs was turning into a sledgehammer beat. She came again on his thick hard cock, begging him to fill her pussy with his cum, but he did not, he just continued to pound her into the mattress while she came again and again on his cock. Finally, she could tell that he was close to filling her with his cum, his breath was coming in short raspy gasps and his fucking was getting faster and more frantic. She begged him to pump her full of his seed and he moaned back that he was going to do just that.

Then, suddenly he stiffened and she felt that first huge lunge into her very core and she came with him, clutching his body to hers as she felt him lurch into her over and over, flooding her already filled pussy with more sperm than it could possibly hold. She felt a river of semen erupt from her pussy, forcing its way around that fat cock that was plugging it and run in what felt like a steady stream down her crack to puddle underneath her ass. It felt so perfect, so right.

As Bashy lay gasping on her chest, she knew that she would always be nothing but a LovePeddler in his eyes, he had seen her do too much with too many to ever think of her as anything more. Her mind was still pondering on some thoughts when Bashy finally rolled off and to her side and they drifted off to sleep immediately.

On Saturday, Suzanne told him she was off to school as it had become her practice. Bashy said he had some things to tidy up in the office too. She was dressing up when her phone rang. It was a surprise call from her mum.

“Good morning, mommy,” She greeted her. She had never visited Suzanne in school and she rarely called, but Suzanne was alright with that.

“Morning, Suzanne, how’s school?”

“Fine, mummy. How are you, and Precious?”

“She’s fine. Look, something terrible has happened.”

Suzanne caught her breath. “What is it, mum?”

“It’s Sunny. He’s dead.”

Uncle Sunny was her mom’s live-in-lover. The news came as a shock. Suzanne did not know what to say.

“He got electrocuted in his place of work yesterday afternoon. His people have been notified and they are making his burial arrangement.”

“Oh,” Suzanne managed to say. Memories flooded into her mind. Uncle Sunny it was that deflowered her. She remembered that moment that he sexually violated her. She would never forget that day. He was the one that changed her view about sex and to see it as a means to an end. He was …

“He’s likely going to be buried next week,” her mother went on. “I know you did not really like him, but I think it’s a good thing for you to attend the burial of your step-father.”





Trapped: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/trapped-by-passion/46515

“So girls got married, like, before they were 15?” Henrietta asked....she was feeling a little warm, so she quietly undid another button on her blouse while Rita was looking down at a book.

“Yes, often they married somebody much older than themselves, since it took awhile for men to come to the point where they could support a family, and there was such a high infant-mortality rate that women needed to have a lot of kids to make sure the parents would be provided for in their old age. It was pretty common all over the ancient world.”

Rita explained, instantly noticing the opened shirt, and the fairly deep cleavage Henrietta had revealed. Hmmmm.....about time....

“Okay, like, I could see marrying an older guy, in theory” Henrietta started to say, thoughts of Alfred skipping through her mind, though marriage was not on her list of priorities, she understood that in somebody else's shoes it might make sense.... “but I don't get the whole, creepy, marrying-14-year-olds thing for the guys”

“Yes, I get what you're saying, some elements of life back then were weird. But that's the way it was, especially in the lower-rungs of society. Wealthier people were a lot more like us in that way.....but they were different in other ways too..... our society sees their lives as a lot more 'decadent' for example.

They were always having orgies, and eating all the time, and having orgies while eating, and doing all sorts of weird stuff.” Rita commentated, thinking about all sorts of debauchery she had read about powerful men and lecherous women taking part in, and their various sexual escapades. It always stirred her. I'm going to show you what decadent is in a second, Henrietta.

“Yeah, like what you were saying about Tiberius and what's-his-name.....Calignus or something or other.” Henrietta crossed her legs, and her skirt rode up her thigh.

“Bimbo, yes.” Rita said with a smile. He was her favorite emperor. And that thigh looked tempting.

Henrietta kept going: “I think it would be weird to be a servant or something....what if they just decided to have you or whatever? Like, just grabbed you and started, you know, doing whatever they wanted?” Rita shifted in her seat a little, and Henrietta continued “....that would be awkward....like, one moment you're just working, next moment you're like, having some creeper all up on you......” Henrietta said.

Inside she was thinking, Alfred can get all up on me anytime I'm working. Hmmm...I wonder if Bimbo's female servants ever enjoyed his attentions..............if he was hot enough I probably would.......... Henrietta leaned forward a little to look at picture of a bust of Bimbo, and her breasts, contained in a frilly white bra, were immediately being lusted after by Rita, hungrily.



Nothing Goes For Nothing: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/nothing-goes-for-nothing/44852

It is called libation and it is a traditional thing.

Cool.

Hmmmm.....

Different folks, different strokes.

helinues:
Ralph the real guy man.

Ralph that sold Biafra passports to gullible people without having a single embassy, not even in Cameroon

Ah, it is not funny.

Good writeup. Jokes apart,Jonathan acts like a buffon.

So he still remembers he wants to be the President. Okay o.

Wicked woman. Daughter of Jezebel.

Sani is quite right. The debt portfolio is too high.

TRUE. What the APC is charging shows they have depreciated the econony.

There is no doubt that Tinubu is the man to beat.

He did it in the wrong place.

What exactly is offensive about the pants?

RIP to her. It was unfortunate she slumped and died just like that.

RIP to the dead.

Osinbajo is trying, but he will not get it.

Except by God's grace, once a criminal, always a criminal.

Expectedly, the party is supreme. However, the party must be fair to all to avoid unnecessary wranglings or litigation.

APC should leave all the aspirants to contest and forget about consesus candidate. They know it will not work but they just want to try and see.

What! It is not funny to just lose the money like that.

Enough of the suspense game. If Jonathan wants to contest, let him go ahead and declare. On a personal note, I dare say that the polically naive gentleman will be disgraced.

Traditional rulers can only play social and traditional roles. Constitutionally, their roles are negligible..

Some presidential aspirants only want to add something to their c.v.