[STORY] AMAKA THE LESBIAN (Episode 67)

Episode 67.

Every which way I moved gave a different, but always delightful new sensation. If I leaned forward, my cl_t pressed nicely against his body and when I leaned back, his c_ck rubbed against the sensitive nerves inside my p_ssy.

The hard part was to tune my motions in sync with that of our junior pastor, so we were moving as if we were one. My br_sts too were dangling right before him as I moved up and down. The most greatest pleasure was when he turned my cl_t into playground, my breath nearly seized. This man and his anointing! I quickly begged him stop before I collapse on him.

So I started my move again but thankfully there were his hands to guide me. They were planted firmly on my behind, grabbing the cheeks and gently pressing me down when he flexed up and always preventing me from rising too far and have him slip out of me. We worked perfectly together to achieve that highest level of ecstasy and it wasn’t long before the muscles inside me tensed up in anticipation of the first of a long series of orgasms. As I rocked my hips again and let my cl_t rub against his body, waves of bliss swept over my body. And again there were those hands of him that guided me through this, moving my ass up and down, f_cking him while I came.

However, Dad held me close to his chest and rolled me on my back again, he ending on top of me. He supported his upper body with his arms to prevent it from crushing me, while his lower body rested between my legs. His c_ck had never left my p_ssy, and as he lay on me, he began to thrust again.

As I lay underneath him, I really felt how much stronger he was. I did not stand a chance against the pleasure he was giving me. He kept f_cking me with long powerful strokes, in a slow relentless rhythm that lifted me higher with every thrust until I couldn’t take it any more and had to bite his shoulder to prevent me from screaming out in orgasmic joy. This man must have been fan of pornography, he touched my cl_t again and again as he stroke which made me forgot even my own name.

My legs folded behind his back, locking him deep inside me as waves of ecstasy wracked my body over and over again. His ability to move was severely restricted by this orgasmic stranglehold, but he kept f_cking me through what felt like a never ending series of climaxes. Then, as he looked deep in my eyes again, his powerful body became rigid and I felt his p_nis jerk inside me with reckless abandon. Stronger than before that I began to c_m, I wrapped my arms round his neck, I could not let him go for the pleasure was so high. It was the anointed on him made him just too good and special. Suddenly we heard the door opened, but who are we to care when as at that time, we have reached the highest climax of the pleasure, he jerked me the more, fiercely, I knew he was about to c_m. The footsteps was more audible, “f_ck me hard” I pronounced. We could not stand the ecstasy, we closed our eyes. “Pastor! What is this?” A voice shouted beside the bed. But none of us could pay attention because he was spilling his seed inside me at that moment. His body shivered, vibrating while his seed cooled my entire body as it sent me to a new paradise. We Strongly held ourselves closely. “Amaka, you’ve killed me!

oooooo!” the voice cried again. His seed gushed out for the second time, “geez! He Moaned. As the thing ended, I heard a big slap on our junior pastor who was just finishing a deliverance ministry.

Then we gained our consciousness. I can’t believe what I saw as I opened my eyes, our junior pastor ran to his clothes, pleading and said “it’s the work of the devil”. I looked again, alas! It’s sister Margaret, out junior pastor’s wife.
To Be Continued… . . .

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