Jackie from Protea (2) -Oshoko Bushushu

I had work to complete and send off to a client so I didn’t get to her room until later that night. She was staying in a Deluxe room which was much bigger than mine.

Jackie reached for me the moment I stepped in.

I kissed her back, as hungrily as she kissed me. She was on fire and I had something to make her burn.

It was pure animal lust from her lips to her breasts down to the moist region between her legs. She was moaning and screaming and kicking her legs in the air as I used both finger and lips and tongue to do things to her then suddenly she pushed me off and asked “Do you have a condom?”

“Sure,” I said and reached for the wallet in my back pocket.

It was empty. I had forgotten to pack a condom. That was a first.

Damn! I cried as she fell back on the bed with a sharp cry as if in physical pain then as I wondered where to get a condom in Port Harcourt at 11pm, she picked up the intercom.

“Do you have? Yes, the same thing. Bring to my room,” she said to the person on the other side.

She was decorating and doing things to my dick when the knock came.

“Lay back,” she said and sprang off the bed.

She had her back to me the moment I pulled on the condom and we went at it like a house on fire. She was horny as hell and I was in a giving mood so we did all we could: doggy to missionary to her legs around my neck and I was on the third condom when she finally came.

I slept in her room and would have carried on sleeping till noon but for the wetness I felt around my crotch. I cocked one eye open and Jackie was licking my dick like a lollipop.

I didn’t sleep much in the next few days but it was all as well. Babe had been waiting for a man to make her feel good and I had come along.

“Oga, your money,” the fuel attendant said, intruding into my thoughts.

I paid him and drove up to Jackie who looked very happy to see me.

“Been ages,” she said as we hugged.

She still looked good enough to eat.

“Are you still decorating things?” I asked with a wink and she laughed.

“You never forget things, eh.”

We bantered for a while then exchanged cards with a promise to hook up soon and as I drove off, I wondered whether I wanted to.

Things that happened in PH should stay in PH.

You think?

 

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