Mr.Hyena Sells off His Sugar Mummy’s Property, Cools her Fury
Have you ever wondered what women really want in men? Because even after wronging them, they will part their thighs for the offenders.
There is this bummy woman called Jessica one of my sugar mummies that I used to romp with about eight years ago. At the zenth of our relationship, she secured a kyeyo in the UK.
Before she went abroad, she had accumulated a lot of wealth among which included two posh houses. Luck struck when she left one of her houses in my hands. In early 2014, bankruptcy molested me.
Though I didn’t have anything to show that the house and land belonged to me, I tried all my tricks and sold it off so as to make ends meet. I called and notified her of the transaction but this didn’t go well with her. She didn’t buy my bull-shit and threatened to kill me as soon as she returned. Three weeks ago, Jessica returned home but for the little time that she has been calling me, day in day out, threatening me with all sorts of highly positioned offices in this land.
Her actions on phone irritated me so much that I was about to go to my service providers and request them to bar her phone number from ringing on my phone.
One night, Jessica beeped me. Since I was in a bad mood, I immediately called back with the intention of warning her to leave me alone. People, even before telling her anything, she began crying and this made me feel pity for her. I spared the dirty words that I had stocked for her.
She then summoned me to her home. The following morning, even without taking breakfast, I rushed to Jessica’s Namungonna-based home where she accused me of hurting and most of all selling off her house.
Though she was telling me important issues, I didn’t pay attention to what she was saying as my mind was focused on her Tina Turner like legs each time she moved and whenever she shook her big booty, my heart would melt.
However, I wasn’t sure if she could take me back so I had to trick her. “Jessica, I love you more when you are angry imagine you have even given me a hard-on,” I said.
And she responded by cursing and branding me a shameless Casanova. “Let all the mistakes that happened in the past remain in the past,” I suggested. “To hell with the past…my house she lamented. I immediately dropped on my knees and begged for another chance.
Shockingly, Jessica laughed as if she had been demon-possessed. After laughing all her heart out, she lifted up her ka-dress and pulled aside the knickers. She paraded her freshly shaven Kandahar. “I will never allow you to put your long ugly thing into me,” she affirmed. “You are my greatest mistake,” she added.
She then sat with her legs crossed exposing her brown beautiful thighs. This got my whopper to boom-boom. That is when I jumped at her and forced myself between her legs. “Don’t extend near me or else I make an alarm,” she threatened but I didn’t mind. “Honey, let me just touch,” I begged but all in vain. She fought as much as she could raining slaps all over my face.
To prove I wasn’t going to the gym for nothing, my hand at long succeeded in getting to its desired destination. What surprised me was that her knickers were already soaked like someone had poured Mukwano pure vegetable oil onto it.
When my finger finally got where I wanted it to be, Jessica widely spread her legs, giving me liberty to do whatever I wished. At a snail’s pace, I rubbed my finger against what felt like a little heart. “Ohhhh yes….Ahhhh yes,” Jessica moaned.
She grabbed my head and joined it with hers. Our tongues then battled out trading liters and liters of saliva. Jessica moved her hand down, unbelted my trousers and unleashed the pleasure muscle. I reached out for a CD pack, condomised the hard thing and slotted it in. I took her legs into my elbow joints as the Kandahar opened up like a blooming flower.
I first assembled my favorite jazz style. After that style, I resorted to the doggy one in which she freaked like a break dancer.
The Kandahar eventually exonerated some el-nino samples. To me, that wasn’t enough, I subjected her Kandahar to a thorough BJ. “Ayiiii…..ysssshhhh….Ohhhh,” she moaned as she finished on my face. She apologized for finishing on my face.
I didn’t hesitate in saying, “It is my pleasure.” She also expressed her pleasure when she told me that, “I am all yours, do whatever you wish.” People what else could I do? I carried her from the bedroom and placed her on the dining table.
She alleged to be already tired but she trashed her claim. While at the dining table, she cheered me up. “Ohhhh Hyena, you very well know this Kandahar,” she passionately said before gushing out a mug of el-nino.
By this time, she was already shattered. “Hyena lets rest,” she suggested but I wasn’t yet done. So I carried her from the dining room and took her back to the bedroom. I made her lie flat on her chest, placed a pillow underneath her stomach leaving her Kandahar in balance like a pendulum bob. I entered her from behind.
As I hit the G-spot, her eyes over blinked like car indicators and about 200ml of el-nino sprayed out. After the romp, I realized that this was a babe worth keeping. So I once again went down to my knees and apologized for all the wrongs that I did to her.
To show that she had no beef with me, she gave me a three minute hug while I surfed her boobs. I thought she would get horny and buffet on my whopper but wapi. We then saw off each other and she promised to meet me before returning to the UK.
Till then, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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