Friday With Fatima.

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Friday With Fatima.After sex with Fatima Wednesday morning, we were both apprehensive because we know that her husband will be coming back later in the day. I took her phone number and we arranged to meet on Friday in a motel down town. I kissed her on the lips, left and went to my flat. I took a cold shower and then prepared for work. Around mid day, Fatima’s husband Alhaji Sule Galadima called me on the phone and said that he’s back from Kaduna but won’t be able to come to site because he wants to rest, I told him no problem that we’ll see when I return. At the end of the days work, I left for home and on arrival I called him on the phone. He picked up and told me to come directly to his flat. I did as instructed and knocked on the door. He opened it and we embraced, he then led me into the sitting room and I sat down on the sofa. He offered me soft drinks because as Muslims, they don’t drink alcohol. As I drank we discussed a lot of issues concerning our work. His wife Fatima came out from the kitchen and greeted me, I responded casually and went back to the discussion with her hubby. She came out again with a tray of food which she placed on the dinning and told us to come there, her husband and I went and sat down at the dinning and ate the food, it was pap with beans cake. He then told me that his youngest c***d will be coming back from his mother’s house on Saturday in order to resume school on Monday. I finished the food, thanked them and stood up to leave, he told me to hold on a second and went inside his room. When he came out, he gave me a bottle of groundnut and 8 banana’s. I thanked him profusely and left. I went to my room and smiled, look at a man that I just fucked his wife in all of her holes giving a gift. I undressed, took a shower, called my wife exchanged some pleasantries with her and slept off.Fast forward to Friday, I told him I’ll be working half day, he gave his consent. around midday, I hid my number and called his wife, she picked up and I told her to meet me at ZauZau motel in 20 minutes time, she said ok and hung. I took my leave and left.I booked a room and waited for her, she came almost osmaniye escort at once. I embraced her and I felt her lips sweep the side of my cheek, as my chest presses against hers. My hand holds around her neck, touching lightly and firmly, feeling her hair graze the outside of my fingers. My head is tilted slightly, as we look into each other’s eyes: her eyes are large, with excitement and suspense, and mine are steady. I leaned in to kiss her and she open her mouth to greet me. Her tongue pushes against mine, and I pushed her against the wall, sliding my hands down her shoulders, down her arms, feeling the softness of her skin. She closed her eyes, breathing in the sensation, and then open them again, wider, with a smile on her face. I smiled back, and push briskly against her blouse, she raised her hands up and I took off the blouse, her breasts are exposed to me, and I lowered my hand to one and squeeze it need fully, pushing my lips back against hers. She moaned softly. I move away from her and watched her fully naked before my eyes. She walked towards me, her steps slow and precise, her eyes staying locked on mine. “Raise your arms,” she says to me. I obeyed, she lifts my shirt over my head, and then kissed me teasingly as she tossed it behind her. Fatima’s smile is gone, and she looked completely focused on what she wants. She slipped to the ground, unbuttoned my pants, and slide them down my legs, and then returned to push down my boxers. I stepped out of both when she stood up to face me.I walked towards her, but she backed away slightly, not afraid, but reluctantly. We stared at each other as we get closer to the wall. She stopped, her back pressed against blue flowers, the wallpaper in this motel room. I pushed against her, my hands cupping the sides of her shoulders, our lips embraced in a kiss, my stomach pressed against hers. I felt her legs lose their strength, and I helped guide her to the floor. “There’s a bed,” I say. “I don’t care,” she replied me back.I kissed her stomach, looking down at her legs, where they met, at the short patch of hair marking the center of her person. I kissed slowly escort osmaniye up her chest, moving my hands around her breasts, enjoying the sight of them so close to my face. It’s all that I need. I pushed her legs apart, which she held with some resistance, and slide in-between them, slowly working my way up her body. I come to rest above her face, pressing my hand down underneath her, feeling the coarseness of her pubic hair against the smoothness of her folds. She looked at me angrily, as if I’m torturing her.I gripped my penis in my hand, positioned it at her opening, and then thrust inside of her. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let a smile shape her lips. “Yes,” she moaned. Attached to her, I moved my hands up her body, and squeezed her breasts, and then dropped my left hand to the ground for stability. I started thrusting inside of her, in slow, short thrusts, as we get used to each other. Her hips gyrate slowly with the rhythm of mine.”Mmm,” she mumbled. I breathed heavy breaths, but said nothing.I thought about her, and all that we’ve accomplished, everything that we’ve done, and how I’m fucking her here, in some cheap motel, in the middle of nowhere. And how she loved it. How she wanted this from me. And how she had brought me to this. All that I want in this one moment is to fuck her, here, on the floor, in full awareness.”How’s your job going?” she asked me, smiling. Her eyes grow more brilliant with each thrust.”Good,” I say, while smiling back. “We’ve finished one side of the hostel. I think it’s one of the best work I’ve ever done. I can’t wait to show it to you. I know you’ll be impressed.””Oh yeah?” she asked, grinning. “Are you so sure?””Yes,” I say, pushing harder and faster inside of her. I leaned against her body, pushed her legs further apart, and squeezed her breast tightly around my palm.”Good,” she whispered into my ear, “I love being proud of you.”She knew that this excites me, because I rammed into her briskly, causing a heavy breath to escape from my mouth, which she heard. “What about you?” I ask. “How do you cope with staying at home?””Amazing,” she said as I osmaniye escort bayan cut the rest of the words from her mouth with another powerful thrust. She moaned as I pushed as deeply as I can, and then slide out again for another push. “You’re having sex,” she said as her breath returned, “With a Muslim married woman who had just discovered that good sex works efficiently than anything else, and moves a woman to do things that she wouldn’t have dreamt of doing ordinarily.””So I’m now fucking a nymphomanic,” I whispered into her ear.”Yes she whispered back.Her fingers push against my back, pressing me hard against her, feeling her breasts and her stomach tight against me. I felt her legs stretch wider as I slide deeper into her core, each thrust quick, wet, and full of sensation. A nympho, I thought to myself. I’m screwing this beautiful woman on the floor of a motel, and loving every moment of it.”Oh God,” she says, feeling the first wave of ecstasy building in her body and rose up without defence. My knees press hard against the ground, balancing each thrust, making every movement more full and lasting. Just a little bit more, I think. Just a little bit more and she will be orgasming with me inside of her.I started convulsing, enjoying the thought of ejaculating again into such a daring woman. Her mind, I thought, so noble with its pursuits, now cares for nothing more than having me cum a full load of my semen into her pussy. There is nothing nobler than that. There is nothing more worthwhile than filling a brilliant woman—a woman that I admires and who admires me so savagely—with juices she so desperately wants inside her.”You’re close,” she says to me,”So are you,” I replied.I’m over the incline, and now I’m running down hill, trying to hold it back just a little longer, while trying to release it as quick as I can. One shot spits inside of her. Her body is all that I know. Her body pressed against my body. Our bodies joined at our midsection’s. I shoot a second load into her. She thought about the power I have. She thought about all that I’ve accomplished. I shot again, and she released against me. And I fell on top of her, relieved, the sweat of our bodies mixing, her breasts pressed against me, my fluid inside of her, and hers around me. The center of the world. We rested, then cleaned up, she left for market while I left for home. That ended our Friday outing.

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