She signaled me to sit on the sofa. Her full breasts dangled as she walked toward my throbbing-hard cock. She gently parted her pussy lips with her left hand as she sat her super-wet cunt on my ever ready manhood. She started to ride me. I could not help but catch her hard nipples with my lips as I sucked away from one nipple to another. Cynthia’s eyes were shut as she bounced up and down on my stiff cock.
Her body movements became more irregular. She let out soft indiscreet moans as her whole body quaked for nearly a minute. The slime in her pussy got me so turned on I had to finger her ass hole while fucking her fast from under. She loved it so I sucked on her nipple as she orgasmed all over my relentless cock. She held me tight like she’ll never let go. We were there on the sofa with my hardness buried deep inside her. “Damn! I’ve never seen Cynthia this wild”, I said to myself.
We heard the gate sound as a car drove into the compound, it was the landlord. Both of us could tell from the familiar car horn. Cynthia jumped up from my dick. Shit! I was yet to cum. She made for her spaghetti blouse and the wrapper which were on the floor. She hurried through the kitchen door and told me she’ll be back soon. I walked behind her and smacked her ass gently as I shut the door behind her. I looked up and prayed in my mind, “God! Abeg no let toto kill me for this life wey I come”. I hope this never happens again.
Cynthia started seducing me since January, even though I didn’t notice it at first. It gradually became obvious as she constantly tries to impress me, even with her local Owerri-spiced English. Cynthia is my landlord’s youngest wife. He brought her to Lagos after his last visit to the village in December. She is young and was obviously sold to my landlord by her poor parents in exchange for monetary favors.
She washed some clothes earlier and was spreading them to dry just across my kitchen window. Her singing caught my attention. I had to move closer to the window to observe her curves and I know my greedy landlord must have parted with some good money to get Cynthia for a third wife.
Cynthia suddenly looked back like she was expecting me to be there by my window. Our eyes met and she gave me a devilish but seductive smile. I smiled back at her and did my best to avoid her temptation by leaving the window side. I tried to get my mind off her by putting on some music. I remember playing the song ‘Sex with you’ by Marques Houston at a very low volume.
I heard soft knocks on my kitchen door which is very unusual as all my visitors come through the front door. I reluctantly opened to meet a smiling Cynthia. She swiftly stepped in like she wouldn’t like to be seen by other neighbors. “Bros Tunde, you dey busy?” she whispered. I was suddenly lost for words as I managed to say no. I was happy thinking she wants to hire my taxi but….
To be continued….