How I fucked the spirit of my dead boyfriend

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Standing from bed wasn't any easy a task. As I winked and tried to adjust to the buffering of sunlight that slit through the gently dangling sides of my curtain, I realised that I had spent the whole day sleeping. Yesterday wasn't any easy. I had lost my fiance in an accident that claimed the lives of six passengers. His family was Muslim and even though he was a christian convert, they insisted that he be buried that same day, according to Muslim rites.

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I would have resisted her banging body as it advanced towards me, but it was too late. As she pressed against my knee, I felt my cock rejoice as it stretched farther in erection, soaking in the streams of her saliva as she sucked my monster cock. I moaned and felt a sensation pull me down. She had started sucking slowly, steadily but intently, slowly increasing the pace of the sucking on my cock, urging me to fuck her mouth, her tongue and her throat as the passage way to her inside widened well enough to take in all of me. I screamed. My horny was just beginning and the beast of the orgy was just starting to arise over me. I exerted more energy into plunging into her mouth, smashing even harder by the moments and tormenting her slippery opening with the might of my bazooka.

Confessions of Father Badmus

"Harder!" I yelled at the top of my voice, and in response she slammed her giant booty harder, swallowing my huge cock in her wet slippery pussy. I smacked her phat ass over and over again as I pounded from underneath, smashing her relentlessly, making her moan increasingly intense by the moments.

How I passed the night in Lagos against my wish

The time was just past noon and the sun burned scorching in the sky. I had waited for over ten minutes in the sun, waiting for a cab to take me to the terminal of the young shall grow transport company, one of the biggest transport companies for long distance travel by road in Nigeria. I had planned on going to Port Harcourt for my NYSC. Having packed up, in tight jeans, revealing the curves my mama gave me, getting out of Lagos as fast as possible was my only hope to getting into Rivers before the gates are closed and NYSC orientation begins.