After months of hibernation and somewhat sainthood, my body could no longer take it, the starvation had reached its breaking point and I was not going to bet my chances of first appearing in the papers under the headline/tagline “Starved to death.” So i decided to take a town stroll, my residential town is Kireka, also known for having voluminous ladies who you often refer to a whores.
I was starved therefore my ego couldn’t make it to Banda or even MUBs, perhaps, even the Kireka ladies needed to taste this starved monster as no campuser would handle it. So i head out to the purchasing corridor, there, I saw a number of hotties, actually countable. The rest were old women with falling hips and failing boobs.
There in the crowd, i saw a Lady rather a girl with balloon crafted boobs and a pouring ass, she was prolly 21 but she managed to make my monster riot in my pants. A mere look at her sent crazy fantasies to my brain which made my pillar rise from a shy 2° to a happy 90°. I quickly pointed her out, asking for a name brings about unwanted connections so I named her Sheila, my ex.
On me, i had a few shilling so I decided to branch off to chicken tonight so I could prep Sheila for a monster beating. On sitting down, she drops short talk and informs me that it was her first day on the job but I didn’t care though it was good to know that I had gotten a whore who was not yet a whore.
I took her to mine and slowly, the show started, I sent her to the bathroom and she came out a few moments later in Adam’s suit, she sat on the bed and watched my monster riot, I got down on her and got between her warm thighs, man got to measure the depth of the waters he is to step in. This time, I failed at foreplay so while caressing her well-shaped boobs; I attacked her warm pot, slowly advancing in speed. I pounded her pot and she screamed her lungs out, to my surprise, she was even a virgin, this made me pound it harder and faster, till she reached the point of bliss breakeven but I wasn’t done yet, so I delayed hers by pulling out as I prepared to ‘top top’, call it kachabali…Her intapped water wells opened sprinkling on my belly like I was taking a shower.
Our sweaty bodies lay side by side in a pile after the first round, my mind was relying on the fact that the belle was a virgin, so under the silk sheets in the darkness, she tells me she is at Kyambogo, as she continued to narrate her story, I got dressed for part two, and I did it spooning, this time, she called me all the sweet things in the world even those I had never heard of. This is when my Sainthood vanished in a flash; after all, it was just an imagination of my crazy mind.
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