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The Electricity of a First Fuck - HOLAAfrica!

The Electricity of a First Fuck

AfriSex, Adventures From The Bedrooms of African Women, HOLAAfrica, HOLAA

By Caroline Araes

Distant chatter around us, with the sound of glasses clinking as the afternoon crowd joins in. Music on blast in the background but all I could see was her.

The shape of her pink wet lips, her big brown eyes fixed on my cleavage. Her cologne mesmerised me, a masculine tantalizing smell that had me moistening with eagerness and curiosity and all I could think of was how it would feel to have her inside me. Thrusting. Pleasuring me. How it would feel to have her panting, her breath on my neck, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips.

You cannot blame me, she had been teasing me since the first time I met her, and this was the second time. With each drink the stares became more intense, hungrier. The touches became flirtier, less innocent. I couldn’t take it anymore, this woman was teasing me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her so I excused myself you know, just to cool off a bit and get myself together.

Surprisingly, she followed me to the ladies’ room, before I could say anything she closed the door, pinned me against the wall and gave me the most knickers wetting kiss. Gosh it was even better than I had imagined. It took over my whole body and if felt like she just snatched my soul with one swift move. Her touch was electric, her lips soft and she tasted like cigarettes and alcohol, a taste that was weirdly arousing. It all happened so fast, one moment we were making out like our lives depended on it and the next she picked me up and was inside me with a hunger that I couldn’t understand but didn’t care, a passion that I had never experienced before.

She fucked me so hard I came undone in minutes, body limp from all the excitement. We stood there in silence staring at each other, her lean warm body against mine, panting. She gently let me down, I fixed my dress, and we returned to our table all hot and bothered. I could not believe what had just happened but boy oh boy she had me hooked with the first fuck.

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