FOOD FOR THOUGHT
Ten years ago I would have scolded her for walking around without clothes but here she laid on my bed legs wide open, an arm playing around my groin another running slowly through her thighs in an inviting manner, she positioned herself in a snow angels position, pleasure we had full knowledge of, forbidden we begged to deny
If I was forbidden to play around her cleavage as I fondled with her breasts then such word was meaningless in my head , the distance between our lips grew shorter with the speed of light her eyes gave me approval as my little man woke up, it was like an invitation written on a platter of gold
He begged to disagree with me as he always honoured her invitation, acting like he was no longer under the influence of my brain he rose like a cobra ready to strike it's prey
Newton's second came into play as the pulling force he exerted on me gradually turned to a continous thrust as he squeezed his way into her
She placed her arms over her breast to stop them from bouncing as she braced for my reckless ride to orgasm, she gasped for breath as our bodies moved in unison
You release inside me again Abi? She scorned as she pushed me away
I'm sorry na I couldn't control it, you're a strong woman oh I said
Don't call me that I'm still a girl I'm 17 remember don't make me feel old Abeg she hissed
Ten years ago she called me brother, she always ran to me when bullied but now my obsession reduced us to mates, she could shout at me even called me by my name but the meal between her legs was worth my perseverance