I woke up on a Sunday morning with a hangover and little remembrance of all the night’s outcomes, besides me, there lay a pretty lady in a lifted little black dress and no panties, neither a bra on, but my jacket. It all came back to me in a flash, her name was Joan and she is a student from the glorious MUK faculty of MUBS and I met her in a bar, Panamera to be precise and she had no bottle nor glass in her hand.
She was beautiful in a little black dress and red lips, eyes that shined like the moon, rather glowed. Hips that greatly curved away from her other body, a protruding behind and enormous boobs that sent my machete rioting in my pants. At that moment I couldn’t resist but buy her a bottle of beer, and one thing led to another, but I was clear to her that all I wanted was to take her under my sheets and she didnt object.
At around 3am, my beer crowded mind ordered I go home and I left with Joan, I got her home in record time. I lifted her onto my reading table, as my right hand pulled off her panties, my left hand carressed her voluminous boobs as I slowly placed my lips on her red.
I further moved my hand between her warm thighs, further into the warm of her inside and a light moan she let out, my mind was like ” dude enter thy warm pot of gold.” and I was like “I gotta make sure she ain’t a Zari.” and she wasn’t.
I lifted her dress to stomach level for proper penetration, and I lifted her to bed, I pulled my most trusted bed side drawer and only one condom i found, my heart fainted a little as I had anticipated 4 rounds to make things worse, she had already told me the ” If it’s not on, am not doing it.”
I got my machete dressed, and I went in to feast, she got on top of me and she started moaning profusely as sweat formed on her beautiful face, I held her nipples smoothly and slowly but soothingly caressed her boobs, I turned her over below me, because I am the man in this bed.
I do it faster and better, hitting the G-spot in that spot that is sensitive on it, and she screams with satisfaction as she squirts and cums on my dressed d*ck, this made me want her more but the condom had done all it could to hold all my ego in and so it gave way.
In that moment, my heart fainted the more, she was cumming but I wanted more plus I had not reached my destination yet. She leaves for the bathroom and my beer stormed mind brews sleep that I coudn’t fight, now, Here I am with only memories that keep me wanting more of Joan.
