KANDAHAR OVERDOSE! Mr.Hyena bedridden after nailing three babes in one day

In early 2020, I survived meeting my creator by a whisker. In fact ever since I started drilling babe’s oil wells unsparingly this is the worst sexperience I have encountered. It all started with my Mulokole friend Joy, a wife to a renowned pastor.

At 8am on the fateful day, she stunned me by calling and telling me that I was to spend the night at her place since her bunkmate was away on church duties. According to her confession, this slim horny woman likes nothing more than hot s3x. It was then that I actually believe that “Obukazi obutono bulimu ekyama” (there is a big secret in small women). Joy swallowed my whopper so deep that she almost swallowed my balls as well.

People, you would mistake her for being a hooker than a pastor’s wife because she was better at whatever she was doing! After thoroughly enjoying my whopper, I leaned against the wall because she had become uncontrollable and wanted to jazz herself. Unfortunately, she didn’t make any sexual noises that I usually expect so I switched styles.

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The moment I finished, she pulled off the CD and started buffeting my whopper (for the second time) while assuring me of how she wasn’t yet done with me. When my whopper regained some strength, she spread herself on the floor and ordered me to roll on another CD and jazz her.

She later claimed that with the CD, she wasn’t enjoying anything so she pulled it off. She grabbed me and crossed her legs around my ribs. I finished on her belly. After getting what she wanted, she immediately entered her bed claiming that she was very tired so I also decided to leave.

On my way home, Nowelline, a magistrate’s wife called me. Though we talked a lot, the following are the most important words that came out of her large mouth. “Since this stupid husband of mine is cheating on me with a fellow judicial official, on top of sexually starving me, I also want to show him that I can cheat.” “So Hyena lets meet at Windsor Hotel in Entebbe and enjoy ourselves,” she proposed. Of course I couldn’t refuse such a tempting offer.

I rushed home and bathed, changed clothes and within an hour, I was at the Entebbe based hotel. Since I was aware of what I was going to do, I straight away sat on her huge things and ordered her to first give me a quickie. I then put one of my legs under her the other over her bum and worked on her.

The room was filled with her romantic lyrics and since I was tired, I tried to convince her that we should rest but all that fell on deaf ears so I had to continue jazzing her twin less Kandahar. “Here ayi, ayi there…deeper,” she moaned.

By this time, my whopper had become stiff so I decided to turn her for a doggy. “Hyena not that style….i am too old for that,” she said. “Did you take any Viagra? “She asked in disgust. Without replying, I turned and entered her. Ten minutes later, she pulled away saying that she could not take it anymore.

I spread her for the western jazz and after just two minutes she was begging me to stop. I got off and both of us lay down facing up with my whopper pointing to the ceiling. She moved and coiled herself around it and began buffeting on it.

She then came up to kiss me but when I saw a little magma on her lips and decline to kiss her. After she was satisfied, she thanked me for healing her from husband’s stress. She then got an important call and left immediately. I also left the lodge at around 4pm. At around 6pm, Hajjati Mayi one of my sugar mummies called saying. “I feel like tasting your whopper tonight.”

In about fifteen minutes’ time, she came picked me up and drove me straight to a lodge in Ggaba. “I feel so stressed Hyena and can only be cured by getting a blow job from you,” she confessed. Without a second thought, I moved between her beautiful thighs and began teasing and joggling her Kandahar.

She asked me to enter her but I was too tired to take on any more hairy meat. “Honey, you see I played football last evening and I am now feeling very tired and worn out,” I said. “Hope it wasn’t bedroom football between you and your fake babes,” she said. I denied everything after which I proved my innocence by pulling her on top of me and pushing about three quarters of my whopper into her wet Kandahar.

In response, her Kandahar gushed out a lot of el-nino. She then wrapped her legs around my bum telling me to pump her harder and faster. By this time my whopper was becoming so hard that it began to hurt. I slowly pushed it into her Kandahar and did as requested. “Hyena I don’t know how I would be without you,” Mayi whispered. Five minutes down the road, Mayi started making “sawuti ya wabibi” (noise).

Her legs were spread at an angle of 180 degrees and she was shaking like a break dancer. I was waxing her at break neck speed and she was practically yelling at the top of her voice. After drilling Mayi’s oils, I went home at around 10pm and slept up to morning. The next morning, I felt feverish and dizzy. When I visited the doctor, he assured me that I had developed a rare disease that he couldn’t understand.

Two days later, my situation worsened and I was bedridden for six days. The doctor tried with all his effort to diagnose the disease but in vain. Of course I knew it was because of the over doze but out of shyness I kept it to myself till I got better.

Till then, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.