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to her, at the wine bar, sipping from his gin; it was his ritual whenever he closed late at his chamber. One m

his Benz, hopped in an

he windscreen of his car, her smile

rm breasts and butterfly tattooed on her neck, he said, “

said,shrugging and her cleavage deepened. She opened the door herself to hop in. “Biko, please, drop me at the first junction.

lady like you shouldn’t be keeping late night. I mean this is

for your concern,” she said sensually

e looking at her with

o her and focused on his driving again. Prostitute! Who will rape a prostitute? What is she up to? Who knows

lthough I enjoyed them,

aked thighs and breasts which shook alongside thecruising B

ked, “How often do you have sex with y

ving the lust within him and wishing he could ove

do you have yo

was getting upset. If you think you can charm me int

r Madu and Nku: I hope he is doing as we agreed. I

eak out, “See lady, we are at the first junction. You may leave, biko, please, I beg of you.I don’t like your c

bag “The last time I did it in a car it was awesome. Park under that dark pedestrian and show m

t have allowed you in here. That is how guys go around infecting every man that comes your way.“I

have it,” she intoned and sat up and started to take off her gown

. “Heh, heh, ok, fine, fine, fine,” Ife said and turned on the engine again.In twenty minutes, just twenty minutes I’ll be done. Is it

now. His lips perched on her nipples and she leaned back to notice his eyes were shut while he sucked. She dug her hand into her handbag and he was almost opening his eyes but it was too late when she sent tw

nd picked up her phone to put a call across. “He

d ran across the pedestri