Donigspain - S01 E77

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Donigspain - S01 E77

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

True to her words, Ifeoma

showed up at my door on

Thursday morning the 25th of

March, 2010. She was beautifully

dressed in a red flower gown

worn on a black leggings that

stretched a little below her knee.

I was already dressed and

waiting for her to show up so

we can together leave for the

motor park but on a second

thought I decided to spend a few

minutes with her indoors. The

leggings was very instrumental

to my sudden change of plans

even though we were already

running late. Ifeoma’s

masterpiece ‘calabash’ as$ was

seductively accentuated by the

tight fitting leggings she wore.

Without wasting further time I

quickly dragged her inside my

room like a hungry lion would do

to a lost antelope wandering in

front of the lion’s den. She gave

out a seductive smile which

showed she really understood

the effects her dressing was

having on my hormones. I bolted

the door behind her as I helped

myself out of my clothes. There

was no time to get totally

undressed. I held her waist while

still standing, drew her close to

me as our lips magnetically

locked in passionate kiss. My

hands ran from her waist down

to her as$. I grabbed both

m----s with my hands before

pushing them up in a gesture

that helped have her pelvis

pressed against my g---n. The

smoothness of the fabric was

also giving me its own effects. I

allowed my hands to find their

way into her bare as$ through

her waistline while still savouring

her lips. She pushed me a little

away from her before helping

her self out of the leggings. With

her gown still on we climbed

onto the bed and continued with

our romance. Not long I was

pumping away like a bulldog on

heat. The urgency required of us

to finish and the half-clothedness

brought a different feeling to the

sekx altogether. Within a few

minutes I felt I was approaching

c----x and so I immediately

withdrew and allowed my load

to freely shoot on the floor. We

fell down exhausted. It was a

wonderful quickee. A memorable

one!

.

We immediately went and took

our bath. It was at that point I

noticed she had made a beatiful

hair. She fixed a weavon; I think

it’s choice weavon. The weavon

was braided into one big braid

and packed to one side above

her shoulder. She looked

beautiful. We dressed up and

took our bags to the front of the

house where we waited for a

bus to convey us to Gariki park

along Agbani Road in Enugu City.

The memorable journey had just

begun…