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Gift 18+ – Season 1 – Episode 23

removed the left hand of my vex and cupped
my fleshy br-east with his palm and placed
his mouth on my ni-pple and su-ckled,
I was just moa-ning rubbing his back.
He pulled away and pulled down his short.
His short and agile kulikuli bounced out
while I took off my vex, he helped me
remove the bumshort I wore and laid me
flat on the bed. He spread my legs and
entered my we-t sugar-pot, he started
fu-cking me, pounding me, caressing the
small bre*asts on my chest. I was just
moa-ning, grabbing and releasing the
bedsheet. He was panting and sweating
while using his kulikuli to scoop sugar
from inside my we-t toto. He cried out
like Pig on heat and poured his warm
akamu Jehovah inside my puna, he groaned
and rolled off from me. He smiled and
told me that am a very sweet girl, he started
caressing my bre-asts again, his kulikuli
got up in betwixt his legs like pole. A knock
landed on the door. We were both startled.

Voice: Gift, you dey inside?

Me: I dey come.

Okonye: *with low voice* na the maid be that?

Me: *with low voice* go inside the bathroom.

Voice: open the door na, wetin you dey do inside?

Me: I dey come na, I just baf finish now now.

Took his short and ran into the bathroom
while I opened the door, she just wan
tell me say make I come eat. I hissed
after she left, I helped Okonye escaped
through the window. The funny thing be
say em short tear as em wan jump down.
Every midnight Okonye will use my window
to enter my room after everyone has slept, a night like
that something happened. He came in
with just his boxer and singlet, I was naked.
He took it off before I could say ‘Jack’
He mounted in betwixt my legs and started
eating my potato, I was so we-t down there.
He then pulled out his short and mighty,
then thru-sted inside my sugar-pot. He
started moving in and out fast with missionary
style making my eyes to rolled off, I felt
the sweetness rushing towards my spine
and I felt my body tightened and a very sweet
feelings that I have never experienced
before was making me to shake and scream
out my voice, my pu-ssy walls tightened
around his short mighty kulikuli and I
felt him groaned and empty his spe-rm
in me. He pulled out and we started breathing
heavily, after we rested a little. I opened
the window and he climbed down, I was
so tired. I wanted to sleep ’cause how
I dey feel na ‘wow’. I started hearing noise
behind my window.

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Voice1: thief! thief!! oohh!!

Voice2: Samuel, na me Okoye.

I got out of my bed and ran to the window,
and I met the new gardener flashing his
torchlight at Okoye just beside the flower
attached to the wall of the fence behind
my window.

Samuel: why you wear boxer and singlet dey waka upadan?

Okoye: I just dey hear noise around the house, I come say make I check wetin dey make the noise.

Samuel: why you come dey sweat for this kind cold hour?

Okoye: I dey always sweat whenever I sleep.

Samuel: you no wear slippers.

Okoye: my slippers cut when I been dey waka around, I don throw away.

Samuel: you dey smell somehow.

Okoye: I dey always get body odour for night.

Samuel: I see you when you climb down from oga’s daughter window.

Okoye: I see snake for the window, I wan try to kill am em come run.

Sameul: I hear her dey shout faster and harder.

Okoye: maybe she dey pound something inside her room.

Samuel: or na you dey pound am, ’cause I see ona two naked.

Okoye: abeg no tell oga, em daughter sweet well well… Just tell am, she go give you.

Samuel: you sure?

Okoye: yes, the girl na cheerful giver.

you have suffered oh, I pretended I didn’t
hear them and went back to bed. The
next night I locked my window, Okoye
knocked and made so many sounds like
snake on my window but I didn’t open
it for him, when em tire em waka go em
security house. Samuel was just all over
me, telling me that he like me well well.
Samuel is like skeleton, tall and slim I wonder
if he really eat well. If he doesn’t have
enough flesh on his body, na em manhood
go come big. One day I was all alone
home when he sneaked inside my room
and proved that what I was thinking isn’t
true at all, chaii… ‘Come see kulikuli na.
Our elder says is only a mad woman knows
the kind of music she dances to.


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