Mr. Hyena Lures a Japdhola Babe to Part Her Legs for Him, Observes Presence of Miller Flour in Her Oils
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Sometimes one needs to be brainy when it comes to asking babes to surrender their kandahars. There is this Japdhola babe in my neighborhood called Awino. Each time I asked her to part her legs for me she would promise to so it the following day but never honored her promise. Although I had known this babe for some time, I wasn’t so free with her because when it came to s3x issues, she was so proud. Because of this character of hers I vowed to show her that I don’t entertain proud babes by shafting her ruthlessly come rain come sunshine.
I didn’t rush her into s3x but one cold evening there was an abrupt load shedding and she came to borrow a torch from my place. That is when I requested her to kindly leave after delivering whatever she had been promising. When she begun giggling, I knew she was interested in whatever I was about to do to her. Out of the blue, Awino begun crying and pleading with me not to rape her.
Since I don’t believe in raping, her statement annoyed me very much. Because of this, I barked at her ordering her to get out of my house and for almost two weeks, we never looked eye to eye. Then one Saturday evening as I was seated on my verandah, Awino passed by on her way to the bathroom. The way her butt wiggled in the towel sent a cold chill through my body, I jokingly asked her if she would let me scrub her back.
In response to my joke, Awino assured me that she couldn’t let me do it since I wasn’t her husband. “You know it is just a matter of time, soon I will be your truly wedded husband,” I hit back. “Over my dead body. How can I get married to a known womanizer,” she loudly criticized me. “Cool down lady, I was just joking,” I said.
After about ten minutes, I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it was Awino! Without saying anything, she went straight to the bedroom and sat on the carpet. I bravely joined her, sat next to her and asked her why she hated me that much and for that long. “It is because you are a top Casanova,” she alleged. I borrowed words from Solomon’s Song of Songs and poured out my heart to her again.
This time she seemed somehow moved but insisted on not letting my whopper go beyond the apex of her thighs because I hadn’t taken cows to her home. “After tasting and proving that my cows are meant for the right woman, I will head to your home tomorrow with a Tata full of fresian cows,” I assured her. This perfectly moved her and worked in my favor. We kissed deeply as I snaked my hand into her saturated Kandahar as she wiggled her bums.
When my mammoth whopper could not hold it anymore, I reached for a CD and condomised it all set for action. She was already scoffing like a snake and shaking her smooth butt like a Tsunami had struck her. When I tried to penetrate using doggy style she refused saying that it wasn’t allowed in their culture adding that for me to bonk her, I had to first pay a whooping shs 2M.
I pleaded with her to at least let me shaft her thighs. When she accepted, I slowly made her horny until she parted her legs up to 180 degrees. I then directed my whopper to its rightful destination. Out of s3xstasy, she begged me to do it faster. Never beaten on my own game, I gave her what she longed for and she let out almost two mugs of el-nino. People, her el-nino was too warm that I think it could be suitable for tea if heated.
I went down on her and started buffeting on her dark hairy meat and she gushed out another mug of hot el-nino in my mouth. When i tried to digest it, there was something like millet grains in it. After the digestion, I turned her and mounted her like a goat. Her twinnie-less Kandahar was very tight like a virgin’s.
I turned her again, pinned her on the wall and pushed my whopper deep inside her Kandahar. At this time, she was begging me to stop. I lay down on the carpet and told her to sit on top of me and position herself cow-girl style. She did this for only two minutes and started complaining that her legs were paining and about to drop off. I lay her down and did continuous press-ups on her.
I bonked her until the river between her legs stopped flowing. In the 12th minute some little slipper liquid started coming out of her Kandahar. She shouted at the top of her voice. “Kyekyo. Kyekyo, Kyekyo (there, there, there). I increased the volume of the radio and hit her harder. Her muscles begun expanding and contracting like poles.
Then I knew she was about to finish. She went local and started speaking words like, “amarini gi chumyani uceii, itundo kuma mi-tere, ikiri lweyi.” (Literally meaning, Hyena I love you with all my heart, you are hitting the right spot, please don’t stop). All of a sudden, her muscles let loose and I knew she was finishing.
I worked hard for my own orgasm and we finished at the same time. After the double orgasm, I reached for my towel and wiped magma and el-nino off our bodies. I then thanked her for her services and she promised to come back and have another memorable moment.
Till then, I remain yours truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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