The best Tunde ever got from Gloria was a blow job, which only made him more desperate for the real deal. She was very good at blowing his whistle. She isn’t just beautiful, she is proud and intelligent. She is what other girls tag the so-called big girl, and she no send anybody. Tunde isn’t bad himself, he is a rich baddo. Money dey oil business my brother. He only dates for the purpose of sex. He’s rich and famous with girls. Gloria’s case with him was however different, she was getting his money, but she wasn’t ready to receive his iron man into her hot palace until he has proved himself worthy. Whenever he pushed for sex, she would make him cum by sucking his dick, and then whisper into his ears, “Boo-boo, the patient dog eats the fattest bone.” After which she will plant plenty kisses on his face. Tunde had been with more sophisticated girls; classier ones, but he believed that breaking a tough nut like Gloria will add to his C.V. There are days when he comforted himself by doing a self remix of P-square’s chop my money. He will sing his version, “Chop my money, Chop my money, Chop my money.. I don’t care. I don’t care(3x) as long as I fuck you.” When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
The ‘hide and seek’ romance continued for 8 weeks, and Gloria wouldn’t hesitate to milk him with her mouth. Whenever Tunde gave her a gift, she will pleasure him by first sucking his nipples, then his scrotum, and finally his D. After which she will leave him panting like a Leopard that just chased a meal without catching it. Yeah! She’s bad like that.
Tunde finally bought her the car she always wanted, an Honda Crosstour, 2012 model. It was the best experience of her life; it was celebrated. He had finally proved his worth, so she picked up her phone and sent him a text that read:
Tunde finally bought her the car she always wanted, an Honda Crosstour, 2012 model. It was the best experience of her life; it was celebrated. He had finally proved his worth, so she picked up her phone and sent him a text that read:
“Honeybunch, thanks for the special gift. You’ve finally proved how much you love me, and I want to do the same. I’ll be with you today by 4p.m. I’m coming to ride you like I’ve never done. I will give it to you anyhow you want it. Missionary, Doggy, and even Gnagnam style.. Be prepared! Rude boy!”
Tunde jumped up from where he sat down, he ran around the living room shouting, “Yes!” The last time he celebrated like that was when Chelsea won the Champion’s league final against Bayern. As if that wasn’t enough, he plugged his phone to the Auxiliary cord that was connected to his home theatre, scrolled through his playlist, and clicked on skelewu. He began to move his waist in all directions, and as if the heavens were watching, PSY’s Gnagnam style was next on the playlist. He screamed in excitement, “ise yen, oshe omo iya mi.” While he danced, his wall clock caught his attention, the time was was 2:25P.M. He quickly rushed to his fridge, brought out a bottle of Alomo bitters and started drinking from the bottle. “I must not fuck up,” he declared.
Tunde held the bottle under his armpit while he chose the condom he was going to use from his collections. When it was 3p.m he rushed into the bathroom and had his bath. He wore a new set of underwear, and sprayed his most expensive perfume on himself. He retrieved himself to the sitting room, sat down on the couch, and continued with his Alomo while he awaited ‘Glo Glo’..
Tunde held the bottle under his armpit while he chose the condom he was going to use from his collections. When it was 3p.m he rushed into the bathroom and had his bath. He wore a new set of underwear, and sprayed his most expensive perfume on himself. He retrieved himself to the sitting room, sat down on the couch, and continued with his Alomo while he awaited ‘Glo Glo’..
When it was exactly 4p.m, he heard a knock on the door. He rushed to see who it was, and he wasn’t disappointed. Gloria stood outside the door with a jacket on. At the sight of Tunde, she unbuttoned the jacket and winked at him as she revealed the net dress she wore underneath. She had nothing under the dress, she was explicitly naked. Tunde tried to hide his excitement, but his dick trouble-shoot. Hot blood rushed to his penis. Gloria walked in and used her leg to shut the door behind her, she moved closer to him, wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him. She stylishly used her tongue to caress his lips, and suck deeper at intervals. After they had kissed for 3 minutes, she ran her hands through his dick, held it and used it to navigate him as she walked him into the bedroom.
“You don’t have to do anything today. I’m in charge, just sit down and relax.” Gloria said as she undressed him. When he was naked, she undressed herself. She knelt down before him and gazed at his dick that stood like a Biafran soldier at attention for some seconds. She reached for the honey in her bag, poured it on his penis, and then took his cap into her mouth. She held his lollipop down with one hand as she licked it, and used the other hand to tickle his nipple. Tunde laid on his back and moaned like an American gangster, “Ho-ho-holy shit, oh yeah! Suck me hard momma, taaaake me on a freakin’ road trip to texas.” Gloria paused for a minute, gave him a seductive shot, “shhhh,” she whispered. She then stood up from between his legs and walked to his wardrobe; her ass bouncing behind her. She picked four ties of different colours, she then went ahead to tie him to the bed.
Tunde just let her do her thing. She adjusted her breast; signalling to him that he can see, but can’t touch. She climbed on him with her backside facing him, and searched for his dick from behind her. She aligned her body to the position that granted entrance to his dick, and as she lifted her body to sit on the rod of life, the door bell rang…
“You don’t have to do anything today. I’m in charge, just sit down and relax.” Gloria said as she undressed him. When he was naked, she undressed herself. She knelt down before him and gazed at his dick that stood like a Biafran soldier at attention for some seconds. She reached for the honey in her bag, poured it on his penis, and then took his cap into her mouth. She held his lollipop down with one hand as she licked it, and used the other hand to tickle his nipple. Tunde laid on his back and moaned like an American gangster, “Ho-ho-holy shit, oh yeah! Suck me hard momma, taaaake me on a freakin’ road trip to texas.” Gloria paused for a minute, gave him a seductive shot, “shhhh,” she whispered. She then stood up from between his legs and walked to his wardrobe; her ass bouncing behind her. She picked four ties of different colours, she then went ahead to tie him to the bed.
Tunde just let her do her thing. She adjusted her breast; signalling to him that he can see, but can’t touch. She climbed on him with her backside facing him, and searched for his dick from behind her. She aligned her body to the position that granted entrance to his dick, and as she lifted her body to sit on the rod of life, the door bell rang…
Tunde snapped out of his ecstacy, “its a jonzing world, its a jonzing world..” Da’prince’s jonzing world was the message ringtone of his Nokia Lumia. He had been dreaming; where is Gloria? As he tried to lift himself up from the couch, he felt a strong headache on the left side of his head. The time was 11p.m. He managed to reach for his phone, so he could see who sent him a text. It was Gloria, and the text read:
“Thanks for the car. By the time you are reading this message, I’d have checked in for my flight to paris. Yes! I got a good deal for the car. You really think I’ll sleep with you for a car. Guy, you’d have to buy me a house at Lekki to get into by pants… Dream on lover boy.”
“Fuck!” Tunde murmured to himself. He realised he had empty the bottle of Alomo before him, and then he noticed he had sperm all over his boxers. Tunde bought a wet dream with a Crosstour; he had it in gnagnam style….
Source: @fragiletimbzz
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