Mr. Hyena shafts babe with 5kg Kandahar on Easter Sunday

Whoever said that you should never judge a babe by her looks had a point. There is a Mufumbira babe in the neighborhood called Harriet. I had always ignored her for a very long time; she decided to turn it into a grudge.

Harriet used to give me a very wide smile whenever I would meet her but when she realized that I wasn’t making any ‘serious’ move, she stopped greeting me and whenever I tried to greet her, she would give me a very mean look and walk away.

It was through her friends that I got to know that she never wanted to talk to me again because I was mean with my whopper! Can you imagine? Ok, I would have closed my eyes and shafted her because there was nothing appetizing about her.

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She is this kind of babe you can’t even say “how are you”— two long legs, flat chest and very thin lips. She looked like a man so I just had no reason to shaft her. On Easter, she paid me a visit at my home; very early in the morning.

“Hyena, I have come to wish you a happy Easter,” she said as she handed me a very big Easter card. She found me on my way out but she seemed in no hurry going away. “Thanks so much my love, any plans for the day?” I asked. “Not really but if you have anything for me I will be very grateful,” she said quickly.

“Ohm, I never run out of surprises for a lovely morning riser like you,” I said as I held her arm leading her to my bedroom. Straight away, I planted a very wet kiss on her lips and lied about how I had always loved to have her by my side but had always been denied the opportunity.

She looked me straight in the face and asked me why I had always ignored her. “But you never gave me the opportunity to show you my love,” I said as my hand disappeared in her blouse searching for anything like a breast on her flat chest.

Unwillingly, I moved my hand southwards and guess what! She had this big Kandahar that could weigh up to 5kilograms, and long soft twin towers. Her Kandahar was so juicy that if you hit it well, it would make a ‘dho dho’ sound. I was already salivating so I never wasted time going for the basics. I condomised my whopper very fast and went down on her.

She was very good at waist wiggling. I hit her left, right and center as she moved rhythmically to my thrusts. Then I eagle-spread her and sucked her twinnies dry. She came in my mouth more than three times but i didn’t dare swallow.

I mounted her ‘goatee’ style and my whopper went so far that I feared I was going to pull out her intestines. All this time, she was sighing and hissing like a snake. I never gave her time to rest. I made sure I gave her what she had always wanted. When her twinnies became lifeless, I started the ‘hyena jazz band’ to make them lively. It all started in a very slow motion by hitting on her protruding ka ‘bean’, went down slowly and finally in zigzag form.

She left her taps open. I really enjoyed the ‘tsi tsi’ part of it. I kept my eyes glued to those rare holes where el-nino was coming from. Surely, she was rare species! There are very few gifted babes with those subsidiary pores, and it takes good diggers like me to discover that hidden treasure.

I went very slow on her and made sure that there was no part of her left unturned; and in turn she gave me her all. She went local and told me how she had never felt like she was feeling before. “Ndagukubita nijorokuko cyaka, hyena ndagukunda cyane, ayyii rekeraho urikunyicya njewe.” (You are hitting the right spot, hyena I love you, ohm you are killing me).

My hand became so tired and she wouldn’t let it rest. I stopped to rest; she would push my hand back and tell me to jazz her faster. “Hyena, ndakwigize gikore, ubwakabi (Hyena please do it again). You can imagine what I had always missed. I will never, never judge a girl by her looks.

Till then I remain yours truly, Hyena.