Adventures of Bobby The Yoruba Demon 10
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When I dropped the glasses on the table, I moved to plug down my window shutters as I flicked on the red and blue hues of light as I always did when newer memories are to be made. The sheer intensity of passion rummaging through bare bodies like a masseur skilled in kneading lust through the pleasure points in our bones. There it was. There upon the couch they fiddled with their nipple buttons. Caressing them expertly like the fabled daughters of Gomorrah. It was Jass who let out a soft cry when Ufuoma used the soft tip of her tongue to flick around her breasts.
And so it began. The communion of sinful pleasure. There was something in me that needed to stay still when their eyes looked up intermittently to urge me to join the tryst. Bold faces inspired to act out in the dark. The faint blurs of blue and red served as erotic illumination but did little to expose them.
“Come on, boy. Here’s some silky drip for all of us. Glide over.” It was Jass calling. She had this way with naughtiness although I had never seen her as one who would accept a threesome with a stranger I had thought she was being cold to and with me, her best friend. The newest object of her love desires. Oh Jasmine! I thought in silence. There was no room now for rationality. Hell, I wasn’t even rational most times when konji took over and this cannot be different. Whatever wants to happen tomorrow is already happening today and we all know “Life is short” abi.. I walked gingerly to the couch where they were and submitted myself to the tempestuous desires running wild in my head and in my loins.
He heard the chirping of the night crickets as he navigated the left bend across the roundabout leading to Bode Savage close where the dizziest nightlife dome stood. *Dodgers* was the IT. The whole range of gripping excitement and pumped adrenaline lived in its walls. There was sex and the addiction of pleasure served in whatever spice your pockets allowed. There were a lot of things 100k could do and he was more than ready to spend beyond that threshold. Letting go of the way he felt could not be traded for anything and he was determined to achieve that. When he hooted by the gate of the facility, the security wardens ushered him after the security checks were carried out. He studied the parking lot and saw that his favourite spot just by the swimming pool had been snapped up by a cream-color lexus jeep. He hissed under his breath and found a safe leash three cars away. He turned off the engine and nestled out into the enveloping breeze. He got the kick he needed for his long night was just about to start.
I tasted for the first time the taste of bliss when warm icy lips greeted mine ravenously. I knew there were hands on my crotch and tugging nipples on my chest. The feeling chilled my bones but not my heart as it pumped like a disco stage. Those lips were hers. Her soft lavender cologne mixed with sweat drifting sweetly into my sanity as she ravaged my tongue. Bad boys never slack. Never. So, I cupped her boobs and eased fingers into her cleavage. She still had her Spanx bust holder and I knew what had to be done to free her dangling apples readily. And that I did. Releasing them into the dim-lit aura of the room and into my mouth as I suckled.
Jass was on my balls as she impaled them. Turning up the heat with electric pace. There’s was so much to be done on this couch and every second needed to be relieved with the profundity of the moment. I was like a man on fire. Burning to dip my cock into these jars of honey but first I needed to treat them to the “Soul-gripping” foreplay I was famous for. Before swimming in an ocean , you must first stir the surface with your foot. I smiled at the silliness of my mind and the ease at which anecdotes could apply to conversations in such sumptuous variety.
“How about we have some cooling off in the shower,” I suggested with my eyes darting across my partners beseechingly. My mind already dancing at the prospect of having to lick off juices in the comfort of some cold temp washroom.
“Alright darling. Lead the way.” Her voice seemed like a gruffy whisper soaked in honey. Oma needed to say no more as I scooped her into my arms heading for the bathroom upstairs. Needless to say that Jasmine, our mischievous accomplice, who was almost completely naked now, followed sweetly behind.
