“What about the other one?” Zainab pouted. I chuckled again, before bending down to kiss her other soft buttock, my hands steadying myself on her hips. She would do anything to manipulate me into becoming sexually entangled with her...
Without the heart to continue, I laid my hand gently on her ass. The heat coming from it was incredible, if not just the burning sting of my own hand. Zainab’s panting moans teetered on the edge, riding the agony between pleasure and pain. I...
The delicious aroma of onion and garlic simmering away in butter filled my nostrils as soon as I opened the door to my apartment. I smiled to myself. I loved it when Zainab came over unannounced. “Hey, Babe,” I called, as I disgorged the...
