Slippery cravings
He stayed buried deep in Chioma, grinding slowly as they twitched and whimpered beneath him, completely ruined.
“You came here as proud, beautiful women,” he said darkly, voice thick with satisfaction. “Now you leave knowing what a real Nigerian man can do to your bodies.”
Chioma and Amina looked up at him with glassy, shattered eyes, bodies trembling, thighs soaked with cum, sweat, and their own juices.
“Yes, Chief,” they whispered weakly. “We’re yours.”
Outside, Lagos continued its restless, vibrant night.
Inside the villa, two women had been thoroughly claimed and destroyed by raw, unrelenting power.
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