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I sat in the parlour with a can of power horse when Tiffany came in, she was wearing purple leggings and a white top, she was looking particularly cute. She said the party was boring, so she cunningly escaped to see me for a while after which she will return to the venue, she said she was missing me. Tiffany had an iphone4 which I never had a chance to look at, so I picked it up to explore its content, she relented in giving it to me but after a little struggle I playfully snatched it out of her hand, I was surprised when i found a lot of pornn videos in it, spanning from black Indecency to Asian even Chinese, we watched critically how a black girl’s hole was drilled hard by a white rooster right inside a class room, on top of the teacher’s desk, she was on top of the guy in the reverse cow girl position bouncing on his notoriously, she screamed so loud as she poured her jizzm all over the black board. I had no idea Tiffany was into pornographyy.
I was starting to get excited when Tiffany suggested that we go into her house which was at the moment vacant, i was excited because I had not entered her house before, and it seemed to me that something was about to go down. Her house was no different from mine only minor changes like the colour of the wall, the curtains etc. she took me straight to her room, which was surprisingly unkempt, I saw her brassier, thongs hanging on her cupboard and on the floor, but she hurriedly cleaned it up. She reached for her stereo and played a Marvin gay cd, for a while there was silence between us before we got talking. Meanwhile Wilma after draining the life out of me left to her house to pack the few things she needed, so she could move in for good, pending Clara’s return and so she was to come home anytime soon.
I scolded Tiffany for switching off her phone when I needed her the most, and she apologised regrettably, in the serenity of her room Tiffany stared closely at me, she said nothing while I talked unending, it was just like the first day we met. I suddenly stopped talking and reached for her lips but she was quick to evade me.
We were on the bed while all this was going on. After she dodged my kiss I got upset, I told her she always led me on and when I tried to make a move she left me hanging, I said this Angrily, but she stayed the same she didn’t utter a word, I sighed and reclined to the pillow on the bed. Tiffany looked at me mournfully and said ‘’you won’t understand’’ I told her to at least explain and she said ‘’it’s not that easy’’ her hard to get attitude was starting to piss me off, funny enough I didn’t really want anything from her, I just wanted to know how it felt to kiss her and hold her close, if she would accept me, I would dump every other girl Wilma inclusive, and be with her alone, even if it meant being in a distant relationship.
Having had enough of the antics I made an attempt to get off the bed, but she held me back, she placed her hand on my chest and said to me ‘’I love you, but that’s the problem’’, I calmed myself down and asked her ‘’why?’’ I assured her that I would always love her and be there for her, I told her that I would never be unfaithful like her father was to her mother, I told her ‘’if you let go I would have to jump in there after you’’, this was her favourite quote in the movie titanic, on saying this she looked at me sternly with a sparkle in her eyes, she was starting to give in.
I just wondered why she was doing all this, why she was having this fierce battle within herself, I concluded that she was a virgin and was scared of what would happen next.
Tiffany had a will of steel but I was starting to bend it. I placed my hand on her face and reached for her lips once again, she made an attempt to look away, but i kept her face in position and finally I locked my lips with hers, before I could spell S-E-X we had already taken off our clothes, I analysed her body concisely, I fondled her small bosom and sucked her large black Tips, she was already wet and moaning, the smell of her orifice had overwhelmed the whole room, it was the smell of pleasure. I knelt before her and stared at her vaginaa, it was quite bushy, i could barely even sight her glory hole. When I decided to insert my tool she begged me to put on a condom, I said I don’t have one, then I recalled I had put a pack of condoms in my pocket before going to sit with Wilma at the parlour, condom I ended up not using. Wilma was so possessive on bed; she didn’t even give me a chance to wear it.
Having put on the condom ready to ravish Tiffany she still stopped me, I saw confusion in her eyes, she was almost crying, she said ‘’please don’t let me do this’’ I almost stopped but i knew that, that was her last show of virtuousness before she opened her pride to me, so i Ignored her and went deep into her, it was a breadth taking moment, literarily.
We remained in the missionary position through the whole ordeal, she wrapped her legs around my waste while I thrusted into her in a rhythmic pattern, she moaned right into my ear as if her moans were words or sentences, it was blissful. The pace of my thrusting started to increase, her moans got louder, and as if she just acquired the ability to speak English, she spluttered ‘’Yes, yes, I will always love you, oh yes’’ into my ear, my organ was completely soaked with her Kitty-Cat oil, our bodies were covered in a pool of our own sweat. The sensation was starting to get to me, my waste was becoming numb, the pleasure had escalated in such a short time, so I tried to pull through, but in no time I precipitated and Tiffany arced her back in tandem, she was crying now while I was thrusting still, at a slow pace as if in rhythm with the ‘Sexual healing’ song which was now playing on the stereo.
I disengaged from Tiffany, and to my surprise the bed sheet socked with blood, my ccondom had broken, and all the while we were doing it skin to skin. I had emptied my load into Tiffany’s virgin pusssy. I was however, surprised that she didn’t give out a scream while I pierced through her hymen unknowingly. That was the second to the last time I saw Tiffany while I was in Abuja, right after the incident she dressed up and went back to the party, and since then she stopped picking my calls and she didn’t call me either, anytime I went to her place I was told she was not around, she left my whole world cold.
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