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SECRET BETRAYAL – Season 2 Episode 5

Collins was at the airport on
my arrival. The first thing I
spotted was his succulent
lips. I didn’t really know why I
felt so enthusiastic about him
or this visit in particular,
maybe it was just all the
events surrounding Vera’s
engagement and wedding.

They were so dramatic like in
the movies, so unreal, the sad
thing being, they were
real. Back to his lips, they
looked soft and tender like a
baby’s. I was tripping already
and felt a bit lubricious below.

He took my luggages from
me and loaded them in the
trunk and returned to give me
a tight embrace. Collins held
the door for me to enter the
car and he zoomed off as
soon as he was behind the
wheel. The drive to his house
was swift and smooth. As
soon as we arrived home, he
began unloading the luggages
while I headed to my room.

“Hello,” He called my
attention. “This way please.”

He pointed in his room
direction.

“I…” I want to speak but he
cut me off.

“Yeah I know, we’re staying in
my room this time.”

Collins’ room? I tried to
speak, but could only gape.

No way I was going to stay in
Collins’ room. But how would
he take my objection and
rejection? Before I could utter
another word, he was on his
way to his room while I
followed reluctantly, dragging
my feet behind him. I stood
at the entrance of the
bedroom not knowing how to
enter. The sight of the other
day kept flashing through my
head. I wanted to retreat to
the sitting room when he
called me and asked what was
keeping me.

I slowly shoved the door and
peered through the gape
created. I caught a glimpse of
a lemon green duve, rolled
halfway over a white floral
bedsheet. The pillows were
multicoloured, about six of
them, arranged on the large
family size bed. I stepped in,
holding the door ajar. The
room had become brilliant
and cozy. The colours
seemed to have been
carefully selected to appease
and seduce a lady. Although in
my case, I was already a
h—y lady waiting to be
devoured. The room had
changed from what I saw,
perhaps I was simply
disillusioned. Maybe I had
been hallucinating all this
while. What the hell was
wrong with me? This room
looked like heaven. I thought I
may never need to see
heaven if I’d be made to stay
in this room.

I smiled and studied the room
with a slow swipe of the eyes
around me.

“The last time you came, did
you at any point come in
here?” He threw the question
I wasn’t expecting and drew a
gasp from me.

“Uhmm… Come in here?
How is that possible? It was
always locked.”

His unflinching stare never
left my eyes as he searched
for what I didn’t know.

“Why did you ask? Is there
any problem?”

“No, not at all. You know, you
were searching the room like
you have been here before.”

I laughed. “You sound like
you worked on this room in
anticipation of today.”

He smirked and shook his
head, “You’re a genius. But
no, the room has always been
like this. Just changed a few
things to accomodate your
taste.”

“Then I must say you did a
good job.” I smiled and
winked at him.

He smiled and spread his
arms wide, “Come here.”
I moved to cover the space
between us, wrapped by his
hands. He wrestled me to my
back on the bed and started
kissing me. Certainly, Collins
seemed starved, evident in
his extreme hardness and
desire. The way he kissed me
felt like he’d been thirsty and
stranded in a desert, and
eventually ran into an oasis.
My mouth was the source of
his life, and my tongue was
his straw. He s—-d my
tongue and made me do
same like one blowing a
penis. We tongue wrestled
while he began undoing my
clothing.

In a matter of few seconds,
my bra was exposed and my
skin was met with the
coldness from the air-
conditioner; he had torn my
gown impatiently. I arced my
back so he could gain easy
access to my hook and off he
flung my bra across the
room. I longed for him inside
of me already. I want to feel
his hardness and ruthlessness
against the inner walls of my
lubricious p—y.

I, in turn began to wrestle
with his belt. He stood erect
and helped me peel his
trousers down to his knees,
while he freed the Longman
from his boxers. It was
obviously angry judging by the
veins. He helped me peel off
my pant and tossed it aside,
lifting my gown to reveal his
heaven on earth.

“Oh baby, I can’t wait.” I cried,
watching the throbbing pestle
with a cap like a mushroom.

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