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Chapter 59: Your Home – Congo Dust

Author: Cyril Masina
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-12 10:16:36

You’re home alone.

The kids are at school. The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and the distant sound of birds outside. You’re in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts, when you hear the front door slam.

Your husband bursts in, breathing hard, eyes wild with raw, uncontrollable lust.

He had tried the African remedy his friend brought to work — just a sip, he said. But he took an extra one. Congo Dust. The strong one. The one that makes a man lose his mind
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