Been wanting to smash my mamma’z boss since forever. Fine ass, yellow, toned body, well bred ,polished corporate executive…a masterpiece.
So jana I bump into her at B Club, both of us are tipsy. Lots of nonspecific talk, some shots, more talk. Drunk as hell, my pints ambia me to omba vitu so we end up at her digz at some apartments in Valley Arcade.
One thing leads to another then she changes her mind mid-manenoz and says she can’t give ati coz ‘She doesn’t know me that well’. Really? WTF!
My msedes is still engorged so I plead for like half an hour for atleast a BJ. “Huwezi niacha tu hivi,” I tell her. She kubaliz.
That’s the WORST BJ I ever got! Teeth all over my msedes, mara she’s gagging…aaaarrggh!
When I was almost bursting I grabbed her ears like the handlebars on a motorbike and nutted effthing in her throat. “That’s for the teethmarks, biach!”…Ofcourse I didn’t say it aloud. Only in my head (no pun intended).
Then she puked!
Puked on me, her beddings, on the floor…yaani a total mess. NKT! Of all things, bana, why?
In short, I’ve been cursing my greed since I woke up.