Three days after Madam Funke ravaged me in her office, I was at Emeka, my friend’s place. Emeka the guy whose wife I fucked a few days before their wedding. Tolu was in the sitting room with us, being as cheerful as ever. She was pregnant with...
The wedding came next. The previous night I’d taken Emeka to a strip club and some half-naked stripper was dancing all over him in a manner so provocative that any man about to get married would be having doubts but Emeka managed to keep himself in...
I didn’t feel any guilt as I carried Tolu upstairs into the bedroom. Neither did I feel any guilt when she sucked my dick like some delicious candy. I lay on the bed, my head propped on a pillow as I observed her, the lady who was getting married...
At first, I wasn’t sure if she was joking or if she really meant what she had texted at me. I was about to ask her where she was then changed my mind against it (and that would have been a good thing seeing as it was going to prevent the evil act...
A few days later Emeka invited me to his place. He told me he needed my advice on a few issues concerning the wedding which was fast approaching. I asked him if he didn’t have a wedding planner and he said he did but just wanted to hear my opinion...
