2nd Avenue – The Sexcapades of Pamela: Easter Sunday: Early Morning Fu*k

After my terrible ordeal at the station, I was finally released. Peter had confessed that I was just a runs girl keeping his company.

      The next morning, the DPO has released me after pleading with him that I need to spend the Easter celebration with my grandma who is sick.

My gimmick worked on him and he took the bait.

I took to my heels and left the village unannounced.

      I’d reached out to grandma and my siblings over the phone on my way back to Lagos.

      My bus got to Lagos very late being the eve of Easter cos, the traffic was heavy. I went home straight. I know I needed the rest.

      I was just doing the dishes the following morning (Easter Sunday) when my doorbell rang. Who could that be? I thought. I looked at myself. I had only a towel thrown around my body and I thought of changing into something before I went to answer the door. But the ringing was insistent and so I decided to go for it straight away.

      Standing there, looking like an Adonis was Timmy, a boyish smile on his angelic face.

      “Timmy!” I exclaimed gleefully. I could no longer pretend that I was unhappy with him.

      “Hi, Pamela,” he said, and reached for my waist. He pulled me to himself and let his hands run all over me.

      “How come you’re here this early Easter Sunday morning?”

      “The thought of you occupied my mind throughout the night, couldn’t even sleep well because of you.” He said

      “Really?” I asked, feeling flattered.

“I…” I wanted to continue but his mouth descended on my lips and started chewing them. The kiss was long and sweet, I could not remember the last time somebody kissed me with so much passion. The kiss had the quality of a ceremony.

      Stealthily, his hands went underneath the towel and reached up to my boobs.

      “Wait a minute, Timmy,” I pleaded. His touches were setting my body on fire. I was quivering in his hands, shaking like a leaf in the wind.

      “I’ve waited for too long, Pamela,” he said breathlessly as he yanked the towel off my body. There I was, stark naked in his hand. He led me on the three-seater, I followed him like a cow being led to the slaughter slab. He made me lie on my back, raised my long legs up and dipped his long, big, curved dick into my gaping wet juicy puzzy.

      “Oh yes… ooouch,” I moaned pleasurably as I clung my legs around his back. And then the pounding began. He banged me with the ferocity of an angry lion. I cried, screamed, moaned, and urging him to spank me harder and harder. I rose up my hips, jerking to match his powerful strokes. We were so carried away by the frenzy that we didn’t hear the door open.

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