Shrivelled Roses 1 (Intro)

Chapter 3

-𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝑴𝒛𝒂𝒚𝒊-

"You better be kidding me," she exclaimed trying her best to hide her excitement as it registered to her that he was really going to do as she had suggested. The guy didn't just remove his pants but he undressed, from head to toe until he was left with just his boxers. He seemed to enjoy her presence, judging by the sneaky smile on his face as he sat on the edge of the bed facing her. She swallowed hard, her throat going dry at the sight of the dark and very masculine Xhosa man a few feet away from her reach. He was in his own world, he put on music and oiled both his hands slowly. She walked into the room, closing the door behind her ss if kungangena umntu without them realizing that they were suddenly three.

"Maybe you could stand where I can see you properly, I need a little bit of motivation here," his voice cracked and she dismissed him, "I'm not your motivation Ginger, where do you get motivation when I'm not around?" she croaked, not missing the begging face he gave her. She knew she was a sucker, not necessarily for love, but she was a sucker.

She put her bag on the floor and went to sit on a chair by the window, it was on a great view for him. He flipped the hem of his boxers removing his massive member from its imprisonment, and she gasped. The fact that Ginger was waaaaay older than her made it pretty much understandable why his manhood would be bigger than that of her boyfriend and the few other boys she had been with. He had obviously sent her his own nudes before, but for her to actually see everything right before my naked eyes was totally different. He stroked his stick as if he was in his own world, stealing a look at her every now and then. She was supposed to be his motivation, yet she was totally turned on by just watching him, minding his own business and the minute he closed his eyes with a soft breath escaping his lips, she pulled up her dress to her waist and started self-servicing herself. One hand between her wide, open thighs and the other grabbing vigorously on her perky breasts, she managed to release a moan and he opened his eyes causing her to stop.

"Don't stop baby, keep going," his husky voice echoed in her ears. She masturbated, her flat palm going in circles on her bean until she orgasmed and funny enough, they orgasmed at the same time. He sprinted up from his bed and knelt down before her wide-open weak legs and without even saying a word, he buried his face in her coochie. The 45% of morals that she had remaining, went right through the window. She knew she said she wouldn't have sex with him, but she couldn't control herself, he knew what he was doing, he had experience, his tongue was educated. Harvard issues.
She hated herself for comparing him to her boyfriend but at the same time, her boyfriend would come third and Ginger would take the first two spots at any given time. He made her cum in his mouth three more times before lifting her up and carrying her to his bed. She watched her dress fly across the room and he grabbed a pillow commanding her to turn around...

As stubborn as she naturally was, she submitted to his commands and turned around, the pillow on her lower abdomen and he bent down and thrust his hot and wet tongue down there. She burst out responding to the warm of his tongue and pace in gibberish, some of the things he was doing to her were foreign to her body, a totally different experience. In as much as it was a new experience, she enjoyed it. She was happy. He stopped, and got up from the floor...

Onele: Please grab my bag.

He didn't ask why, he just went to get her bag, she removed the box of condoms, opened one and gave him. He did the honors and in no time, she felt him slowly taking territory. He had a great command and control, his hands rough but very much in control and soothing at the same time. At some point, he flipped her around to lay her down on her back, playfully, she licked off sweat from his neck and didn't care about that being unhygienic... she was getting serviced. Properly. That's what mattered, the fact that he knew his business and he showed determination to master it was the best thing to watch.