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He opened the side yard gate and walked into a lovely brick patio. As he walked through the patio his eyes were drawn to the light coming from the big windows. Then he stopped in his tracks.

He saw Nike standing right in front of him taking a shower. The shower was completely enclosed in glass offering him a great view. Nike had her head back, eyes closed as she rinsed her hair. Ibrahim stood frozen checking every detail of her body.

Her graceful shoulders flowing down through a small waist line into her nicely rounded hips gave her a perfect hour glass figure. Her legs long legs tapered down from a neatly trimmed bush.

Her breasts were average size, nicely rounded and capped of with nice size nipples. Her full lips and high cheek bones gave her face a very erotic look. Ibrahim continued to watch her as she shaved her legs.

His dick throbbed as she bent over to pick up the soap she had dropped. He decided he had to have a closer look and quickly walked past the window when Nike bent over to shave her calves.

As Nike was shaving her right calf she got a glimpse of a movement outside, but when she looked nothing was there. She thought about it for a moment before she continued to shave her legs.

Ibrahim found the side door unlocked and quietly walked in. He followed the sound of the shower until he entered Nike's bedroom. He stood behind the door watching her shower. As she turned her back and rinsed her face in the water.

He moved into the doorway. He took her towel that was laying on the sink and flipped it on to the bed, where Nike had her clothes laid out. He then stood in the doorway watching as Nike bent over to turn the water off.

Ibrahim's eyes were focused on her bum. He could not wait to sink his dick into her honey pot. Nike turned to open the shower door. She screamed when she saw Ibrahim standing there watching her.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Get out!"

"I rang the door-bell three times. Do you expect me to stand outside all day waiting for you? I found your problem. I need to get under your house."

"Well if you'll get out of here long enough to let me get dressed I'll show you where the entrance is."

Ibrahim stood unmoving his eyes moving up and down her body. Seeing that he wasn't going to leave Nike opened the shower door to get her towel. Oh damn she thought I must have left it in the bedroom.

"That is exactly what I've been looking for, your entrance" Ibrahim replied.

Nike's mind raced, was he just messing with her or... She decided she needed to get out of here and get dressed before things got worse.

"Excuse me I need to get my towel."

Ibrahim moved over just enough to let her get by. As she walked past him he grabbed her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her face first on to the bed. His movement was so quick Nike did not have time to react.

She landed on the bed with Ibrahim on top of her. She tried to twist away, but with only one arm and his weight on top of her she could not turn over. Ibrahim flipped his legs around, so he was sitting on her upper back facing her feet.

Her one arm pinned between her back and him. She grabbed his ankle and pulled it towards her face trying to bite him, but the only thing within her mouths got to was the upper part of his boot and her bite had little effect on him.

Ibrahim grabbed her thighs and pulled them apart.

"Now let’s find that entrance"

She felt his tongue start at the top her bum and slide down between her cheeks. He flicked his tongue across her bum-hole. Nike struggled to push him off, but he was to heavy and she had no leverage.

Ibrahim continued to rim her pushing his tongue against her orifice. Then he slowly started moving closer to her honey pot. She tried to close her legs but he forcibly made them back apart.

He was licking between her bum-hole and her honey pot with quick light strokes. Under different circumstances she would have been in ecstasy, but right now her mind was swimming with rage. Ibrahim leaned over further and his tongue entered her honey pot.

She felt a warm shudder move through her belly. Then as he leaned over more trying to stick his tongue in deeper, she gathered all her strength and pushed as hard as she could. Ibrahim was caught off balance and tumbled head first on to the floor.




Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

Elizabeth grunted and reached down, grabbing his hand. She shoved herself against his fingers. Ayo tried to slow his hand down, but her hands and hips moved expeditiously. She threw her head back, feeling it rush out of her. She felt herself shake as she released herself onto his fingers.
He felt her tense and the wetness on his fingers grow. He held his fingers in her until she stopped shaking and then when she finally relaxed, he moved them out of her.

She opened her eyes and grins wickedly. Ayo grinned back, sure he knew why she was. Then Elizabeth was pushing off the wall, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him back against the wall. She shot forward, lips smashing against his, kissing him roughly. She felt his hands grab her ass and squeeze. In that split moment her hair was gone, horns jutting out from her head. Her skin was suave but smooth.
Either Ayo did not notice the change or he did not care. As he felt her tongue move against his, he moved his hips forward while pushing her ass forward. He wanted to feel her pressed against his hardness. And she let him pull her toward him. She felt his hard and thick member pressing against her pantyhose.

His hands slide under the back of her shirt. He let his hands slowly slide up and down her smooth, suave skin. His other hand moved down under
the back of her shirt and pantyhose. He felt her loosen his belt and work at his trousers button and then realized that she had already unzipped
his trousers and her hand is stroking him through his boxers.

Ayo pushed away from her and looked at her. He looked at the hunger on her face. “What are you?” he asked, not repulsed by her sudden
appearance, but intrigued by it.

Without a word, Elizabeth looked down and finally undid his belt. Her tail slithered around, gripping and tugging at his trousers. They fell to his
ankles. She licked her lips as she started moving down. “I’m the best you will ever have,” she whispered.

With that said, she pushed his boxers down to stare straight at his hardness. It moved from being released and it throbbed from being excited.
She glanced up at Ayo and saw him watching her, his face full of anticipation and curiosity.

She winked at him and said, “Looked like my kind of flavor.”

Elizabeth licked her lips slowly while still looking at him. She leaned forward slowly and opened her mouth a little. She felt her lips touch the
head of his cock, and as she did so, he simpered. She smiled at him and placed a hand on each of his thighs. Her tail came around to encircle
his shaft, holding it steady.

Elizabeth then slid her tongue slowly down the bottom of his shaft. Back up along his length her tongue moved. And as her tongue reached just
below his cockhead, she placed her lips against his member and gently sucks.

She heard him sigh softly. Smiling to herself, Elizabeth moved a hand from the man’s thigh and took his balls into it gently. This was her prize—
and though the thought of keeping him around a bit longer peeked into her mind again—this was what she was after. Slowly, she massaged his
balls. He’s not quite ready yet, she thought grimly.

* * *
Dapo trudged down the stairs, rubbing his chin. Maybe I should grow a beard. He shook his head. Maybe when I have a midlife crisis. He
frowned at the thought. By the time he reached the bottom of the stair, he replaced the frown with a smile and the thought was lost. Strangely,
the house was quiet.

He slipped into the kitchen for his usual cup of beverages before work to find the jug full with a cup already sitting out for him. Beside it was a
note. He smirked and scooped the piece of paper up. It was from his wife, telling him that she had to run out early this morning to get
something special for him and that she would be by the office around lunch to give it to him.

“Terrific,” he mumbled, setting the piece of paper back down. With a sigh, he grabbed the jug and poured a cup full of the steaming liquid.

Dapo leaned against the counter, taking large sips from the cup despite the heat. This was the first in a while the house had been this quiet. He enjoyed the peace for a few more minutes before gulping down what remains of the dark liquid. He set the mug down, smoothed out his shirt and headed out the door.


* * *


When Dapo arrived at work he was not surprised to see Precious there, but he was surprised to see Ayo and Femi. “You two are in awfully early,” he said, stepping through the door.

Femi looked up from the desk next to Precious, passing him a smile. “The Agu case is going to court,” he said.

“And the Ajayi case is finally moving forward,” Ayo said as he dug into the filing cabinet.

“I thought we got the Agu case cleared,” Dapo said.

“Not quite,” Femi answered. “There was that little snag of the one old lady that didn’t want to leave.”

“Did she?” he probed.

“Yeah, she did,” Ayo answered, spinning around to face him. “We just had to double the money we offered her the first time.”

“Everybody had a selling point,” Dapo commented.

“Yeah, you’re telling us,” Femi said with a chuckle.

“What are you working on this morning,” Ayo asked.

“The Lembe and Asiri case,” he answered, smiling.

“That beast,” Femi muttered. “Bastard nails the biggest case this year and he’s acting like it was not a big deal.”

“Not for Dapo it was not,” Ayo said, coming around the desk to pat the man on the back before pulling him into a sideways hug. “He keeps this
up he’s going to be our boss.”

“I thought I already was,” Dapo said, grinning.

“Small talk,” Ayo answered. “You got a minute?”

“Sure,” he replied. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got to tell you about last night, man,” Ayo said, ushering Dapo into his office.



The Cheaters: https://m.okadabooks.com/book/about/the_cheaters_18/38813

His hands were fully in motion. Pulling on her hair while the other tugs his shirt off. Reaching for her breasts as the other freed his legs from shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Her own hands, tied together by the wrists, grapple with each other for his balls and skin. One wanted to stretch over his ass and pull him deeper down her throat, the other wanted to stroke his thighs and delight in the bunching of his muscles. Or handle his sac, squeezing and toying with the bundles it held while the other hugged his calves into her torso.

He pulses in her throat like the beat of her own heart and her soul throbs an answering tempo. Her moans in time to the strokes exactly as though he still held her by the bottom and pierced her very being again and again.

Her back jammed to the bed, her legs splayed, she could feel the outpouring of her essence pooling underneath her, saturating the carpet. He had her completely in his hands now. One wrapped around her chin, cupping her and trapping the jawbone as he drives past her tongue. The other smoothing her cheek, brushing her hair back, tenderly keeping her gasping.

More gushing as her thoughts split between the two hands. One gripping her firmly, forcing her to take what she made him feel longing for. The other softening her. Gentling her. Taming her.

The two extremes sent her into convulsions. Goose pimples erupted over her entire body. Her legs wanted to grasp at him, but he moved his feet so they were locked wide open. Her hands grabbed at him, but the fingers fluttering over her face take hold of her wrists, his cock suddenly moved from her mouth and her arms are trapped above her head on a swift movement. Complete with his hard length shoving right back in past her teeth and tongue as his palm kept hold of and deliberately guided her face to his groin.

His groan certainly moved shockwaves out before it in the still air of her inner remade him feel longing. A balloon was set loose inside, blowing up to impossible proportions. She could feel the pressure building and squirmed in anticipation of an explosion like she had never felt before. 

She could not believe she was about to cum without her genitals being touched. "Another first," she thought to herself. Already she had had so
many she had lost track. First time to have sex in a chair. First time over a couch. First time to make herself orgasm for someone else - or even
with them in the room knowing she's doing it. First time to have sex on the first date. First time to be taken from behind. The list was already nearly endless and it just kept growing. As the balloon burst and her body shook with release, he pinched her nipple for the first time and the
sensation exploded beyond her wildest fantasy.

She made a sound out in an anguish she wanted never to end. Her first time cumming with a cock in her mouth. As the thick pole muffled her
screamed, her other nipple is plucked, pinched and twisted until she is writhing. Seated against the mattress, legs out, nowhere to turn, her back
arched in agony, need and electric desperation. Her buttocks lifted and slammed onto the thick carpet. His cock thrusting in and out of her
mouth.

He grabbed a furious fist of her hair and shook her loose from his hard tool. "You know why I need you to suck my cock good?" It was not really
a question.

"Yes. Because you last longer fucking me if, if I do it good."

"Very good." His praise warmed her smile. "The better you do it, the longer I last." She smiled even broader and remade him feel longing her
head forward to take him back in.

"I want to Bleep you for hours." She could feel a gush of fluid from her groin and warm tingled running through her spine. "You like that, don't you?"

"Yes." She was starting to feel uncertain. He usually only talk to her like this when he was making her feel something he wanted her to feel.

"You want to please me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"That's what you're here for, was not it?"

"Yes." She knew this to be true. She wanted nothing more than to please him. Pleasing him gives her everything she needs and wanted. Pleasing
him gives her mind blowing orgasms and indescribable experiences. His pleasure is her utter devastation. Shattering her completely and letting
herself scrape up whatever pieces she could manage and put back together. Already, her very heart is pouring out of her and she could no more stuff it back in than she could reach out and grabbed his cock with her mouth right now. She tried. Her mouth was opening and closing like a
fish needing water, she struggled forward towards him.

His fist held her flat. A handful of hair keeping her from budging more than tearing a few strands would allow.

"You're going to tell me what I want to hear from you before you get what I want from you." He growled.

"Yes." She pleaded. "Anything."

Desperation is showing in her voice and she could feel it deep inside her entire being. "I would tell you anything you want to know."

"Yes." He said threateningly, "you would."

His hand gave her head a slight shake before grabbing her up and forcing her to her feet. She was off balance and unable to fully stand, but he
spins her and shoved her roughly over the edge of the mattress. She gasped with surprise and even a little fear. At the same time, a rushing
stream of liquid soaked her thighs and made her squirm. She could not believe she was so wet and needy.

He slaps her ass and she screamed in shock and ecstasy. Again. And again. She could feel the heat and the delight running down her legs.



Moments of Passion: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/moments_of_passion/39154

I was so lost in my own passion of finally receiving attention to my starving kitty, that I almost did not hear him groaning so loudly with a mouthful of me.

With my hands on the back seat, I rode my Big Uncle's dick like a pro. Long slow strokes, short fast ones, tightening my muscles with each thrust. Kissing his mouth seemed to intensify the heat between us. There was spit and moans and slapping resounding all through the woods we were in.

As I got toed orgasm, I ground my hips into his, rocking hard against him. He squeezed tight on my bum, slapping, and squeezing hard again as I bucked into body shaking quakes.

Arching my back, my hair brushed gently against my bum; Sammy immediately grabbed hand full of it and pulled hard while I rode him.

Just as I coming to from ecstasy, Sammy lifted me by my hips and rolled me onto my back. Looking deep into my eyes and licking at my lips, he rammed his hips into me. He got toed down and grabbed each of my long tan legs and pushed them up near my shoulders.

I loved watching him look down and enjoy the site of my cunt swallowing his dick, rolling his eyes into his head and pounding harder. The van was shaking while he bleeped me and I knew he was close.

He let loose of one of my legs and got toed his hand behind my neck and pulled me up a little as he took two or three more rapid deep strokes before unloading his nut deep into my cunt.

He came for what seemed like forever and I enjoyed every hot thick stream of it. I felt his balls being milked as he slapped up against me. His body collapsed on mine as he struggled to catch his breath, his dick still spilling into me.

I rubbed my hands down his back and to his bum, enjoying my legs spread open and our sweaty bodies intertwined.

We looked at each other, exhausted, relieved. Weeks of unfulfilled lust finally relieved. It was hard to speak.

But both of us now satisfied, we just lay there in the back of the van, the sun shining down on our bodies while we enjoyed each other.

Episode III

As Nike pulled into her driveway late Thursday afternoon she noticed a Gas Company van parked just down the street at the Alabis' house. The Alabis were her only neighbours.

Her house sat up on a street with a beautiful view of the surrounding street. She loved the house because of the views and the privacy it offered without having to close any of the curtains.

A man walked quickly up the street in the blowing snow towards her.

"Good day. I am with the Gas Company, your neighbours called earlier and said they thought they smelled gas. I checked around it looks like you have a leak."

"Oh, no. Did you fix it"

"No, I am sorry madam the leak is on your side of the meter. You'll have to call a plumber out. I left a tag on your door. The leak has to fixed by tomorrow afternoon or I have to shut of your gas. It's really dangerous."

Okay I'll call someone now, but you could not shut of my gas that is the only heat I have."

"I am sorry ma'am, but I am required to, if you could not get it fixed I am afraid you'll have to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend."

Nike rushed in the house and started calling plumbers. After an hour she was down to the last plumber in town. Everyone seemed to busy fixing broken water pipes.

The man who answered the phone said he was very busy, but could make it out around 8:30 the next morning.

She tried to talk him into making it a little earlier, but he said he could not. She had an important meeting at work at 9:30 she had to be at. She hoped he could fix it quickly.

The next morning, she was just getting ready to get in the shower at 7:30 when the door-bell rang. She looked through the peep hole to see who it was. A good looking man in his early thirties was standing outside. She opened the door.

"Hi I am Ibrahim, the plumber. My earlier appointment was canceled; I have come over now."

She put on a coat and took him to the west side of the house where the Gas Company man had said the leak was coming from. Ibrahim said it would probably take him an hour or so to find the problem and fix it.

She said she had to get ready for work and would check on him in a while. She went back inside, locking the door behind her. She went to her bedroom on the other side of the house and slipped into a nice hot shower.

Ibrahim quickly found the problem. The pipe entering the house was corroded and needed replacing. He was going to have to crawl under the house. He went around to the front of the house and rang the door-bell.

After waiting patiently for a few minutes and trying again, he became anxious. It was freezing outside and he did not want to stand around in the cold. He tried the door, but it was locked. He walked around to the east side of the house.

He opened the side yard gate and walked into a lovely brick patio. As he walked through the patio his eyes were drawn to the light coming from the big windows. Then he stopped in his tracks.

He saw Nike standing right in front of him taking a shower. The shower was completely enclosed in glass offering him a great view. Nike had her head back, eyes closed as she rinsed her hair. Ibrahim stood frozen checking every detail of her body.

Her graceful shoulders flowing down through a small waist line into her nicely rounded hips gave her a perfect hour glass figure. Her legs long legs tapered down from a neatly trimmed bush.



Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

I was so lost in my own passion of finally receiving attention to my starving kitty, that I almost did not hear him groaning so loudly with a mouthful of me.

With my hands on the back seat, I rode my Big Uncle's dick like a pro. Long slow strokes, short fast ones, tightening my muscles with each thrust. Kissing his mouth seemed to intensify the heat between us. There was spit and moans and slapping resounding all through the woods we were in.

As I got toed orgasm, I ground my hips into his, rocking hard against him. He squeezed tight on my bum, slapping, and squeezing hard again as I bucked into body shaking quakes.

Arching my back, my hair brushed gently against my bum; Sammy immediately grabbed hand full of it and pulled hard while I rode him.

Just as I coming to from ecstasy, Sammy lifted me by my hips and rolled me onto my back. Looking deep into my eyes and licking at my lips, he rammed his hips into me. He got toed down and grabbed each of my long tan legs and pushed them up near my shoulders.

I loved watching him look down and enjoy the site of my cunt swallowing his dick, rolling his eyes into his head and pounding harder. The van was shaking while he bleeped me and I knew he was close.

He let loose of one of my legs and got toed his hand behind my neck and pulled me up a little as he took two or three more rapid deep strokes before unloading his nut deep into my cunt.

He came for what seemed like forever and I enjoyed every hot thick stream of it. I felt his balls being milked as he slapped up against me. His body collapsed on mine as he struggled to catch his breath, his dick still spilling into me.

I rubbed my hands down his back and to his bum, enjoying my legs spread open and our sweaty bodies intertwined.

We looked at each other, exhausted, relieved. Weeks of unfulfilled lust finally relieved. It was hard to speak.

But both of us now satisfied, we just lay there in the back of the van, the sun shining down on our bodies while we enjoyed each other.

Episode III

As Nike pulled into her driveway late Thursday afternoon she noticed a Gas Company van parked just down the street at the Alabis' house. The Alabis were her only neighbours.

Her house sat up on a street with a beautiful view of the surrounding street. She loved the house because of the views and the privacy it offered without having to close any of the curtains.

A man walked quickly up the street in the blowing snow towards her.

"Good day. I am with the Gas Company, your neighbours called earlier and said they thought they smelled gas. I checked around it looks like you have a leak."

"Oh, no. Did you fix it"

"No, I am sorry madam the leak is on your side of the meter. You'll have to call a plumber out. I left a tag on your door. The leak has to fixed by tomorrow afternoon or I have to shut of your gas. It's really dangerous."

Okay I'll call someone now, but you could not shut of my gas that is the only heat I have."

"I am sorry ma'am, but I am required to, if you could not get it fixed I am afraid you'll have to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend."

Nike rushed in the house and started calling plumbers. After an hour she was down to the last plumber in town. Everyone seemed to busy fixing broken water pipes.

The man who answered the phone said he was very busy, but could make it out around 8:30 the next morning.

She tried to talk him into making it a little earlier, but he said he could not. She had an important meeting at work at 9:30 she had to be at. She hoped he could fix it quickly.

The next morning, she was just getting ready to get in the shower at 7:30 when the door-bell rang. She looked through the peep hole to see who it was. A good looking man in his early thirties was standing outside. She opened the door.

"Hi I am Ibrahim, the plumber. My earlier appointment was canceled; I have come over now."

She put on a coat and took him to the west side of the house where the Gas Company man had said the leak was coming from. Ibrahim said it would probably take him an hour or so to find the problem and fix it.

She said she had to get ready for work and would check on him in a while. She went back inside, locking the door behind her. She went to her bedroom on the other side of the house and slipped into a nice hot shower.

Ibrahim quickly found the problem. The pipe entering the house was corroded and needed replacing. He was going to have to crawl under the house. He went around to the front of the house and rang the door-bell.

After waiting patiently for a few minutes and trying again, he became anxious. It was freezing outside and he did not want to stand around in the cold. He tried the door, but it was locked. He walked around to the east side of the house.

He opened the side yard gate and walked into a lovely brick patio. As he walked through the patio his eyes were drawn to the light coming from the big windows. Then he stopped in his tracks.

He saw Nike standing right in front of him taking a shower. The shower was completely enclosed in glass offering him a great view. Nike had her head back, eyes closed as she rinsed her hair. Ibrahim stood frozen checking every detail of her body.

Her graceful shoulders flowing down through a small waist line into her nicely rounded hips gave her a perfect hour glass figure. Her legs long legs tapered down from a neatly trimmed bush.



Too Hot to Handle: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/too_hot_to_handle_18%2B/38633

Interesting

Ride on

He grabbed her busy hands. Stopped their flailing. One trying to pressed cum from his balls out through his rod into her thirsting, gulping throat, one trying to get his pants clear of the shoes stuck to the floor.

He captured the one on his scrotum first, wrapped it with cute tape, winding it around and around. Then he suddenly moved her throat down onto his throbbing tool and when her other hand jerked up, he snared that one, taping it snugly to the other. Now she squirmed. She could not help it. His cock pinning her in place, shoved in her throat and kept there with deft pressed from his hips made her need flood her senses.

His hand in her hair suddenly moved hard, shoving him deeper. "Make yourself cum." His voice was hoarse and demanding.

She jumped to obey. Her hands flew to her lap with a jerk of her shoulders. Her fingers delved into her delicate folds to find her stiff nub even as his fist tightens in her hair. Her neck stretched as the pads of her digits sent sparks of mercury through her body.

"Cum fast and hard. Or it would be your only time." His tone was threatening as his words. She could feel his cock pulsing in her throat. As she
thought of it billowing huge jets of hot spunk down into her stomach, she exploded. Virtually without warning. Her mind was elsewhere, her
body responding to its own needs. She tried to cry out in surprise, but her mouth was too full to let more than garbled noises out.

"Good." He said, and warmth spread through her heart. "That's a good girl. That's exactly what I want."

She shouldn't feel so elated by his praise, she thought. She should be stronger, more independent than that, but the feel of his approval lights a
flame in her center and she took his cock even deeper into her throat, swallowing around it, milking it. Wanting the burst of his beat to drown
the beating of her heart.

As she could feel his member jerking and throbbing, growing thicker and harder, he grabbed her by the wrists, rips her throat off his twitching
hard on and all but throws her over the edge of the couch two stepped away. Her ass was up in the air and thighs kicking together, he certainly
moved the middle of her back down and tears her open in one huge jab of hard length.

She was so wet and swollen, she took it all. His whole member was right to the hilt. She could feel it split her cervix and thump into the very end
of her. A deep ache that sent her out over the edge into madness. His balls thud against her opening. She screamed and jolted her body. Flailing wildly. Wanton and wet.


Her ass was really excited. Eagerly. All on its own. She could no more even try to control her body than to stop her breath. He shoved deeper. Pummeling her into senselessness. The blossom opened far inside her heart. A flowering that bursts forth with a sound filling her ears like ocean
waves. Or moaning. Or screamed. Orgasm shook her elbows and knees loose from her arms and legs.

His hands had her hips. Pushing up to spread her sex wide and pulling close to grind his balls into her dripping pussy lips. She could feel them
trying to grabbed and take everything in. Like she did his rod. The way her body so took anything he found excited about her.

She could feel her bones wrack. A rag doll gripped in the teeth of his lust and tossed about in the rage of his need. Just where she wanted to be.
In the very heart of that storm. He jabs deeper and her body shivers through another wave of mind numbing orgasm.

She was lost somewhere in a monstrous sea when he suddenly moved himself from her, took hold of the wrap keeping her wrists joined and half dragged her to the bedroom. She tried to walk as well as her legs could carry her, but they were as limp as her every muscle and he was insistent on keeping her moving.

At the side of the bed, he made her to sit, forced her head to his groin, though she hardly needed the invitation. His hard shaft glistened with her desired. Drops had formed under the mushroom head. She licked at it as it slid easily between her lips. 

She was ravenous. Eager and unfulfilled. As ferocious as he, taking her bent over the couch like a beast in heat, she was his equal now, suckling
at his hard pole. She took it whole. The taste of herself soaked into the smooth skin intoxicated her. She was awakened to a world of dreams she never before imagined.

His hands were fully in motion. Pulling on her hair while the other tugs his shirt off. Reaching for her breasts as the other freed his legs from shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Her own hands, tied together by the wrists, grapple with each other for his balls and skin. One wanted to stretch over his ass and pull him deeper down her throat, the other wanted to stroke his thighs and delight in the bunching of his muscles. Or handle his sac, squeezing and toying with the bundles it held while the other hugged his calves into her torso.




Moments of Passion: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/moments_of_passion/39154

She did not hold back the sigh the escaped her lips. She felt his hand gently squeezing her leg. Her body responded. Her legs seemed to open slightly. He kissed her ear softly as his fingers dance along the top of her leg. Ayo moved his head down. His hot breath caressed her skin. Then his lips connected and Elizabeth’s head tilted back slightly. She concentrated on the way his lips teased along her neck, touching so very gently with each kiss. A tingle ran down her spine. This is a man that knew how to please, she thought.

His hand finally reached the apex of her thighs. But he did not proceed any further. Instead he just let it rest there, the heat from it permeating into her. For Ayo, this was not just about a lay—it was about pleasure. He understood what a lady wanted, what a lady needed. Not only that, but he wanted to feel her.

He continued to kiss the side of her neck. The kissed, however, become slower. He lightly sucked at her skin, his lips gently pulling at it. His breath heated as well as cooled her neck at the same time. The feeling was almost orgasmic for Elizabeth, and for a few seconds she entertained the thought of keeping the man around longer.

Then she felt his fingers wiggling, almost in a stroking motion. His mouth slipped to the other side of her neck. The kissing continued before changing to nibbling. Small pieces of her flesh were trapped between his teeth briefly before being set free. The actions spawned new feelings within her, and just when she started to get used to those feelings he changes tactics. Ayo not only switched back to the light kissed, he moved upward instead of down.

Elizabeth concentrated on the way his hand seemed to roughly stroke her between her legs. She enjoyed the roughness while feeling his lips move down her jawline toward her lips. His lips touched the corner of hers, and clearly he was trying to add a hint of romance to the mix, but
Elizabeth was not in it for that. She turned her head to meet his lips with hers. Their tongues quickly came together, tumbling around their mouths.

Ayo’s fingers become more insistent, stroking down and then up. He slid his fingers against her wet and slightly spread folds. She felt her pantyhose wet against her. Then she felt his tongue teasing hers. He kept up the constant strokes, letting her pleasure build and build for a while.

When he finally broke contact with her lips, he asked, “Are you close to cumming?”

Elizabeth nodded, her eyes tightly closed as she concentrated on the torrent of feelings plowing through her body. I so wish I could keep him for a little while. And she could, but where would she keep him? Besides, she would grow tired of him after a few times and then when it was time to settle on desert it just wouldn’t taste as good.

“Will you cum on my fingers?” he whispered.

A smile hinted at the corners of her mouth as she nodded. She moved her hips to stroke along his fingers.

“I want to feel your cum on my fingers,” he whispered again.

Elizabeth’s eyes tore open as she suddenly felt his hand leave. She almost whimpered. Her hips still thrust forward even though his hand was no
longer there. Then she felt his hand slipping into her pantyhose. His thick, long fingers moved against her skin. She closed her eyes again and
started to groan as his fingers slid between her folds. His fingers curved slightly as he moved them in her. Now she moved herself against them
faster. She moved as his fingers glide between her and against her.

Elizabeth found herself sighing as she felt it start.

Ayo moved his fingers so that they are always stroking her—sliding up and down over her clit, sliding in and out, between her folds. Elizabeth, in turn, moved with his fingers—sliding her wetness and clit against his fingers, feeling his fingers spread and stroke her cunt. She moved and he
stroked. Her body ached to go faster. The walls of her warmth ached to press harder.

“Cum on my fingers,” he whispered again.

She opened her mouth. He felt her move slightly faster.

“Use my fingers,” he demanded softly.

She pushed her hips higher, taking more of his fingers into her. He pressed his hand harder against her, stroking her clit doggedly.

“Give me your delicious juices,” he groaned.

Elizabeth grunted and reached down, grabbing his hand. She shoved herself against his fingers. Ayo tried to slow his hand down, but her hands and hips moved expeditiously. She threw her head back, feeling it rush out of her. She felt herself shake as she released herself onto his fingers.

He felt her tense and the wetness on his fingers grow. He held his fingers in her until she stopped shaking and then when she finally relaxed, he
moved them out of her.



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