Olosho's Diary: Night out with Sanni 1
I barely managed to pay the bike man as it felt like a fire was burning in that precious tiangle between my legs. Rushing into the flat I shared with six other girls, I hurriedly put on the rechargeable fan in the sitting room and sitting sprawled with my pussy directly facing the path of the air, I pulled by dress to my waist, I hadn’t bothered to put my tongs back on leaving the hotel earlier. The cold blast of the air on my twat was like cold water to a man in the desert. It was a welcome relief. ‘Haba! Babe, why you come open toto keep ground like this for sitting room na?’ asked Bukola, my roommate ‘Babe, you no go understand abeg’ I responded ‘my toto dey hot. That guy of last night make sure say I work for the money wey e pay’. ‘Hahahahahahaha, na so d guy carry reach? She asked ‘yes o. e don tay wey I dey hear say thin guys pack heavy artillery and I know say na true but I never ever see the one wey long and cum big join like that killer own before. E be like...