LUST ON THE THRONE 1

My mouth was dancing with my lightening white and brown stick, waiving smoke inside 411 lounge and suite...

The weather was cozy and yummy to express my lustful desire...

Pink wine and red devil liquid were firmly bottled...

Strippers were effortlessly and passionately performing their duties— I tell you, my head was banging to the seductive movement of these tempting strippers

Resisting their curvaceous hips and mad twistings is a course I would fail in a million times...

I rose to spray them a bundle of Mazuma(cash), one of them gripped me with her twirling legs and seductively wrapped herself around my hefty looking body like tissue paper

Truthfully, I was already riding on the wheel of her irresistible sexual ecstasy— permit me to call it “sexual healing”

I was obviously looking dandy & couldn't wait to get dirty & randy with the preacher of sex.

Sincerely, they were practically arousing my sexual monsters

I read, it is necessary to flee when you are faced with the enticing package of the devil, I was far from fleeing, I was practically yearning for a sexual explosion to run fine on my body

They call it sin, I call it fun

 In the middle of my sexual expression, my two phones rang simultaneously, it was Tinuke and Folake, they were calling to deliver me two-some on my fancy stadium bed

I went back to my table and took Action bitter for the preparation of tonight's game...

I called my P.A to settle my bills and we drove home after the whole stuff

I was single by them and always available to mingle…

We had a number of rounds before we settled for dreamland

Lust has been mistaken for love

Our hearts react more to what we see than what we hear...

Practically speaking, you can't tell me this is black while my eyes are evaluating it as white