C13 A snitch

A snitch

He wished he could look away but Azuaka Jnr. was digging faster and soon stifled his body as he jerked. Slowly Opula’s moan stopped and she smiled at Azuaka as he rose from her body, sat at the edge of the bed to light a cigar.

“I hope we get to do this in future as man and wife,” Opula said, her voice still resurrecting from the moan, her lustful eyes pleased at Azuaka’s nakedness