TERRIFYING! Mr.Hyena shafts horny Hajjati to cabbage, flees his insatiable whopper
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As you read this, Hajjati Mayi’s house girl is still laughing her lungs out after what I did to her madam recently. It was beyond my wildest dreams. But I managed to prove yet again that I am a true son of my ancestors. I haven’t shafted Hajjati for two weeks now.
It’s not because she doesn’t want to but rather she was clearing her containers. Someone at URA was giving her a hard time, not knowing that he was denying the rest of us some pleasure in the process. But since she is a “Big’ woman, she called in some Afandes and her goods were finally released.
After making sure that they were distributed in all her shops, Hajjati finally called me to go treat her itching back. At first, I was reluctant to go but she kept on calling me every 15 minutes until I almost switched off the phone. “If you are not here in the next few minutes, I swear I am going to hunt you down personally,” she threatened at around 1pm.
Knowing that I stood to benefit from shafting her, I quickly drove to her mansion. Within a few minutes, I was already at her gate. I hooted and as soon as she opened the gate, she smiled at me, making me notice her dark gums and the space between her teeth.
My whopper started warming up as I devised means of shafting her later. “I thought you would never make it,” Hajjati complained, trying not to smile. She was standing in the doorway, looking good enough to devour putting on a very short skirt. I apologized and complimented her on how beautiful she looked, which made her calm. “In fact just looking at you has made me so horny,” I told her which was true. “That is the whole idea. I would have been very insulted if you hadn’t,” she assured me, giving me a big hug.
The house girl came to greet me but her Hajjati stopped her, warning her never to even smile at me. As she led me into the house, I complimented her huge bums and even sang for her ‘akabina kagenda kapapala’ to her delight. We sat on the couch in her private living room and after about thirty minutes of small talk, we were ready for action.
I pulled up her mini-skirt and started exploring her bums until my hands accidentally landed in her el-nino. “Today we are shafting while standing,” Hajjati told me. “As long as I have somewhere to put my whopper, I don’t care how we shaft,” I assured her. By then, she was undressing and I could clearly see her big brown thighs.
I felt something like a hammer hit my head and the sensation travelled up to my whopper, making it salute to attention. My fingers dived for her Kandahar and I literally started salivating when I found it clean shaven. Her wet twinnies were so inviting but I tried to restrain myself from getting down to business there and then. Hajjati led me to the wall and ordered me to shaft her as deeply as possible. I did as I was told, and the moment I started, Hajjati screamed like she was in deep pain as she swallowed my whopper into her.
Since I am used to women pretending like this, I just continued shafting as deeply as I could. El-nino started pouring out so fast that at first I thought she had accidentally urinated on me. “Oh Hyena, you are so nice,” she complimented me from time to time. She hit the top soon afterwards, but my whopper wasn’t even close to it.
I changed her over for a missionary but she just grabbed the whopper and told me not to stop. She started surfing herself, sending el-nino flying in all directions. Although only half of the whopper was inside, Hajjati forced me to put all of it. Being an expert at pleasing women, Hajjati soon hit the top once again, but this time, she could hardly talk and looked like she had lost all her bones.
I went on shafting because my whopper had failed to hit the top. Her Kandahar soon dried up, so I started thinking about Catherine Kusasira but things were not shifting. By now Hajjati couldn’t take it anymore. She collapsed and lay motionless for some time before running out of the sitting room.
“I can’t take it anymore. You are too much for me. Do you want to pull out my womb?” she screamed. I charged after her, down the corridor. We by-passed the house girl in the corridor looking very puzzled. I pleaded with her but she couldn’t hear it. I had no option other than to go to my ever ready waitress to satisfy my whopper.
Till next time, I remain Yours Truly, The Mighty Hyena.
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