My boys last week attested to the fact I was getting rusty, that I was getting old, shy, and slow. They went ahead to say that I could no longer walk up to a girl and lead her into my filthy sheets, that I am to kind and fragile hearted of late. Of course this was a challenge, my boys are just never straight to the point so I had to snipe and cast my net, I had to fish.
Her name was Angela, sexy-hot and amazingly crafted with a touch of class and the kind of girl who is in her 2nd year but she cruises around in her own car as I keep waving down taxis and saving boda men’s numbers. I met her when I went to a friend’s room at Nana, she was vocal and quite social.
People often say that Nana and Olympia girls are a hustle to get too, that they are proud as sh*t, but I beg to differ. These girls are the most vulnerable, because every one is afraid of them, afraid of getting curved, these girls are deserted so they become desperate hence the easiest to hook.
After a somewhat long conversation, she held my hand and led me to her room, I insisted on going there because I wanted Baileys that she had but Mark didn’t have. On reaching her room, I refused to leave, politely. I walked up to her and lifted her nightie, slipped my hand through and she let off a slight moan, I pulled her panties off and threw her onto her bed.
She knew what I wanted and she had bolted the door so I knew what she wanted, I wasn’t letting her go, I was breaking the neck of that goat at all cost. I dipped my head between her warm brown thighs, thighs the color of brick. It all smelt of lavender and cobwebs, until my tongue reached her clitoris and she couldn’t hold back anymore, she had given in.
