The plan picked up right where it had left off; there was no need to start preparations again. The shaft was inserted directly, spilling ink inside its heath.
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The time to leave Siyawezi that day was unusually early; she took the route home as usual. She didn't want to take any other way since, by that time, she had no appointments with anyone due to his shifting routine. She finished the day without having sex, which wasn't normal for her.
The last time had been with Salimu, a guy who loved her work intensely. He knew how to pleasure her like a well-prepared field, loving the fast style he had used from the first time she agreed to sleep with him after being given money. But once she realized it was heavy music, without big speakers showing, she didn't care about giving money, because it was given freely from the heart, though she couldn't refuse his shilling.
That guy was the only one who could tolerate her and give her pleasure even without money; if he got any, she knew he would just give it and continue with her. That made it impossible to start a relationship with him, as he was like a parrot—wherever he landed, on a tree or a power pole, it was hard to stay with just one.
So, after being sent that night, a whole day passed without seeing anyone. That was the moment when she was leading the way alone, since her companions had gone ahead and left him behind. On the way from school, when she reached the boda-boda station, she was honked at so many times that she had to force her way through.
When she got near the slum streets, she was walking on the road when a car horn startled her sharply. She jumped to the side, letting a Toyota Rav4 pass, but it didn't stop—it came to a halt, and the window rolled down. There appeared a man who, that morning, had struggled to make a call until his wife arrived to console him.
"Why is your phone off?" he was asked, and he looked at the man with soft eyes.
"I'm being followed at home, I can only use my phone at night, and via messages."
"I've been looking for you since last night. Yesterday was our promise—I told you last week."
"Eric, that's impossible now. If you find me here, you'll cause problems for your partner. Let's do it tomorrow; I'll leave to see a friend who's sick, I'll look for you, but I won't stay long—don't want to get caught by your partner."
"Why can't it be today?"
"Heh! Be understanding, man. Go, or you'll find trouble on the way, and I'm a student," she said, slowly walking away, not wanting to continue the conversation.
She left the main road, taking a shortcut that led her home quickly. She wasn't too late to be questioned by her mother. As usual, after changing clothes, she did all the house chores and even cooked food, putting it in its place.
After that, she went to bed, deciding to rest first after waking early and forcing herself not to sleep in class under the watch of the study tracker. Still tired from the morning, she chose to lie down, knowing clearly that the next day her body would face more struggle just for money.
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The pattern changed; Hanifa came on top and decided to measure herself. She didn't want to let the shop seller do the work, sensing she might get shortchanged and not get what she truly wanted. She took Salimu Bonazi, who was already hard despite having done it twice before. She decided to position him at the entrance, letting him enter slightly, not wanting the guest to fully fall in.
While already hard, she pressed down, letting him enter slowly, then began moving back and forth gradually while her waist was held by him. She started slowly, but eventually went fast, lifting slightly and lowering herself. She did this biting her lips hard, her eyes half-closed. The activity continued for some time before she slowed a bit, deciding to bring the boy's face closer as they began exchanging mouth movements.
In that position, she raised her waist up and down quickly, her hands holding onto the side while continuing the oral work. This time he followed, eventually slowing down and starting to squeeze her waist while moving up and down. Rajabu enjoyed his pleasure and continued until she decided to come down.
This time the boy laid her on her back, then took a pillow from the bed and slid it under her hips. He lifted the whole pelvis slightly backward, legs stretched a bit to display clearly. That made it easier to deliver his shaft fully inside. Then he began moving in and out slowly, gradually increasing.
Not satisfied, he held her completely at the waist, continuing the intensity. The rhythm increased, and soon she had another climax. At that moment, neither could continue more than wanting to rest, until the boy had gone through six cycles at different times—from the beginning to the end within a single day. She ended up lying exhausted on the side, while he came on top of her chest, both resting from the activity they had just done.
"Then I was so eager, I mean, this morning you woke me up and if you hadn't added more, I don't know what would have happened."
"You drove me crazy laughing like that while I was struggling big time."
"Who sent you to come out like that when you were inside? I didn't expect you to come there and do those things."
"These don't need manners, when it comes on top, know this—Hanifa, I really let myself enjoy you."
"You were pretending not to understand me before, now see how I show you, you treat me like a kid. See how I do it."
It turned out she had understood the boy a long time ago; it was only her own negligence not to read the signs. Because for girls in our society, their lips might not speak even once, and what you need to do is pay attention to gestures or words—they can tell you this is a green light inviting you to her heart. Rajabu, thinking otherwise, didn't understand when she showed him, except to insist on other things.
That's why even when he invaded her mouth, she didn't resist; it was something she had wanted for a long time, only delayed until it happened
The plan picked up right where it had left off; there was no need to start preparations again. The shaft was inserted directly, spilling ink inside its sheath.
---
The time to leave Siyawezi that day was unusually early; she took the route home as usual. She didn't want to take any other way since, by that time, she had no appointments with anyone due to his shifting routine. She finished the day without having sex, which wasn't normal for her.
The last time had been with Salimu, a guy who loved her work intensely. He knew how to pleasure her like a well-prepared field, loving the fast style he had used from the first time she agreed to sleep with him after being given money. But once she realized it was heavy music, without big speakers showing, she didn't care about giving money, because it was given freely from the heart, though she couldn't refuse his shilling.
That guy was the only one who could tolerate her and give her pleasure even without money; if he got any, she knew he would just give it and continue with her. That made it impossible to start a relationship with him, as he was like a parrot—wherever he landed, on a tree or a power pole, it was hard to stay with just one.
So, after being sent that night, a whole day passed without seeing anyone. That was the moment when she was leading the way alone, since her companions had gone ahead and left him behind. On the way from school, when she reached the boda-boda station, she was honked at so many times that she had to force her way through.
When she got near the slum streets, she was walking on the road when a car horn startled her sharply. She jumped to the side, letting a Toyota Rav4 pass, but it didn't stop—it came to a halt, and the window rolled down. There appeared a man who, that morning, had struggled to make a call until his wife arrived to console him.
"Why is your phone off?" he was asked, and he looked at the man with soft eyes.
"I'm being followed at home, I can only use my phone at night, and via messages."
"I've been looking for you since last night. Yesterday was our promise—I told you last week."
"Eric, that's impossible now. If you find me here, you'll cause problems for your partner. Let's do it tomorrow; I'll leave to see a friend who's sick, I'll look for you, but I won't stay long—don't want to get caught by your partner."
"Why can't it be today?"
"Heh! Be understanding, man. Go, or you'll find trouble on the way, and I'm a student," she said, slowly walking away, not wanting to continue the conversation.
She left the main road, taking a shortcut that led her home quickly. She wasn't too late to be questioned by her mother. As usual, after changing clothes, she did all the house chores and even cooked food, putting it in its place.
After that, she went to bed, deciding to rest first after waking early and forcing herself not to sleep in class under the watch of the study tracker. Still tired from the morning, she chose to lie down, knowing clearly that the next day her body would face more struggle just for money.
---
The pattern changed; Hanifa came on top and decided to measure herself. She didn't want to let the shop seller do the work, sensing she might get shortchanged and not get what she truly wanted. She took Salimu Bonazi, who was already hard despite having done it twice before. She decided to position him at the entrance, letting him enter slightly, not wanting the guest to fully fall in.
While already hard, she pressed down, letting him enter slowly, then began moving back and forth gradually while her waist was held by him. She started slowly, but eventually went fast, lifting slightly and lowering herself. She did this biting her lips hard, her eyes half-closed. The activity continued for some time before she slowed a bit, deciding to bring the boy's face closer as they began exchanging mouth movements.
In that position, she raised her waist up and down quickly, her hands holding onto the side while continuing the oral work. This time he followed, eventually slowing down and starting to squeeze her waist while moving up and down. Rajabu enjoyed his pleasure and continued until she decided to come down.
This time the boy laid her on her back, then took a pillow from the bed and slid it under her hips. He lifted the whole pelvis slightly backward, legs stretched a bit to display clearly. That made it easier to deliver his shaft fully inside. Then he began moving in and out slowly, gradually increasing.
Not satisfied, he held her completely at the waist, continuing the intensity. The rhythm increased, and soon she had another climax. At that moment, neither could continue more than wanting to rest, until the boy had gone through six cycles at different times—from the beginning to the end within a single day. She ended up lying exhausted on the side, while he came on top of her chest, both resting from the activity they had just done.
"Then I was so eager, I mean, this morning you woke me up and if you hadn't added more, I don't know what would have happened."
"You drove me crazy laughing like that while I was struggling big time."
"Who sent you to come out like that when you were inside? I didn't expect you to come there and do those things."
"These don't need manners, when it comes on top, know this—Hanifa, I really let myself enjoy you."
"You were pretending not to understand me before, now see how I show you, you treat me like a kid. See how I do it."
It turned out she had understood the boy a long time ago; it was only her own negligence not to read the signs. Because for girls in our society, their lips might not speak even once, and what you need to do is pay attention to gestures or words—they can tell you this is a green light inviting you to her heart. Rajabu, thinking otherwise, didn't understand when she showed him, except to insist on other things.
That's why even when he invaded her mouth, she didn't resist; it was something she had wanted for a long time, only delayed until it happened now. This meant she allowed it on purpose, not that she was overwhelmed and letting herself go. Understanding girls requires extra intelligence; otherwise, you might think they are mysterious beings beyond comprehension.
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That day Eric escaped the office, sensing something on Siyawezi's side. His plans clashed with the intention to do good for that girl, and he was among those informed about the girl's private parts while drinking beer with friends, and she stood in front of him. He tried anyway, not caring if he had a wife at home, married by his own choice. Desire guided him!
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