It was like a transfer of her cold Well directly into my body. A little rubbing of her hand on my back sent back the signal needed to my J0yst!ck, which, like a reinvigorated
machine, thrusted into her in a speed of 1000 km/s. I pounded her so hard, so fast and so precise

As I was thrusting, she was giving it back to me. So much energy she’s got. She rolled me over and came on top of me. Dis girl bleep me like mad. She worked me so fast that, about 10mins later, she squirted on my J0yst!ck. I rolled her over too and do a doggy. This time, my thrusting was slower, s£nsu@l and magical. I felt like pumping out (climax) but I decided against it. Instead, I excused myself, went to the fridge and drank a cold bottle of water. When I came back, I la!d her on her stomach, with her fresh-looking bums facing me. I thrusted in and out like a drilling machine searching for gold
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Finally, with a feeling of a mighty rushing wind, I flooded my bed with millions of my ointment (come). This was a very unusual sx between me and Cynthia. She asked what really came over me and I just don’t have words to explain. We la!d back on the bed for like 20mins before she got up from the bed to go clean herself up in the bathroom. She got dressed and was ready to leave. We exchanged another hot kiss before she detached from the kiss and left. She asked me not to bother seeing her off. She promised to call when she reached her friend’s place
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Thus was how Cynthia and I almost hospitalized ourselves with hardcore sx almost every week. Well, speaking of being hospitalized, I actually was…and that led me to meet Ini, a Calabar girl form the super market. She served as a sandwich besides Cynthia’s tireless sx ethic
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Up NEXT: INI, CYNTHIA and THE SICK FEMI
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My adventure with Cynthia landed me in trouble. Too much of sx without taking adequate care of the body made me seriously sick: dizziness, loss of blood, tiredness and the likes
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TO BE CONT