crazy girl (18+)

"knock." "knock." "knock." the door keep making sound but no reply from the occupant of the room. She move to the window to see if she could looked inside, but couldn't because the window was tightly locked. She went back to the door and knock harder then gives up when her knuckles starts to pain. After a while she came back to knock again, she ignore the non response from the room and continues knocking till she tires out and sat by the door. The girl slept off and woke up in the middle of the night, stands akimbo turn round till she starts feeling dizzy and sat down heavily by the door and slept off again.

Two weeks earlier….

Peter drives through the deserted street, stops the car and looks through the window and read the house number then continue driving until he gets to a gate and saw the estate agent leaning on the right pillar supporting the gate. Peter pulled into the entrance, get down and walks over to meet the man who had left where he was and they both meet half way.

“Morning Mr. Akhigbe.” The agent greets offering his right hand. “Morning Silas.” Peter returns the greeting and shakes hands with him.

“Is this the house?” Peter asked gesturing towards the house with his head.

“Yes. let's go inside.” Silas answered and lead the way.

“This is a lovely building.” Peter commends has he was being led into the compound.

The house is a 5 bedroom duplex with a master bedroom and a visitor's bedroom downstairs, and a stylishly designed swimming pool at the back with a spot for barbeques.

Peter was really impressed by the building coupled with the quietness of the neighborhood.

“I am surely going to buy this house." He said to himself.

After going through the house, he drives the agent to another locations for another inspection but was captivated by the first house he went to and didn't failed to inform the agent who told him to take him to the office, so he can starts the paper work on the building.

Peter couldn't wait to make the house his own as he drives toward the agents office. When they get to the office, he bargain hard to make the price fall and he was glad that he could make the agent lower his fees and also made some adjustments to the price of the house. He went home a happy man.

Ifeoma was busy cooking when she heard the door opens and she quickly tries to clear the sink of all her dirty utensils. She was almost through when Peter grab her by the waist from behind.

“You always smell nice, and this your ass always makes me lose control.” Peter flirts grabbing her buttocks.

“Can't you see that I am cooking.” Ifeoma scolds twisting her waist and rubbing her huge ass on his groin.

“Hmm let me eat this one first.” Peter said kissing her earlobes while he gently raises her gown up to reveal her soft, clean succulent round ass.

“You are even naked.” Peter said as he puts his hand in her openings. Ifeoma moans softly with the contact continue twisting her waist.

“It always turns me on, by making you wet easily.” Peter appreciates without stopping kissing her neck. He withdraw his hand from her already wet pussy, unzip is trousers and let it fell to his feet and makes his boxers joins it. Without wasting more time he bends her ao that he could penetrates her easily from behind. “Ouch!” Ifeoma screams when he enters her already wet pussy, she grabs the kitchen stand to give herself balance as peter keeps hitting her from behind while her cream keeps flowing.

“ahn ahn…huuuu…huuushh” Ifeoma could only muster.

This makes Peter to reach is climax by hearing her sexy moaning and after more thrusting he loads his seeds deep into her. He held her waist as he legs almost gave way from the constant thrusting. He breaths heavily as his last loads of cum left him and they both sat on the floor while his limp manhood fell out of her.

They were both catching their breaths when Ifeoma notices that her cooking is getting burnt.

“Look at what you caused now.” Ifeoma scolds turns towards him holding her spatula.

“Am I not the one you are cooking it for?” Peter asked jovially. “And what does that teaches us?” Ifeoma asked trying to sound angry but failing terribly.

“It teaches us that I am horny again and I want another round of this food.” Peter replied her pointing to his now erected dick.

“It's not me and you mister.” Ifeoma said pulling down her gown. “Then it's me and who?” Peter asked getting rid of all his clothes walks up to her.

“If you ask me na who I go ask.” Ifeoma sings walking seductively out of the kitchen while Peter follows her.

When they got outside, Ifeoma turns around and saw how his manhood was saluting itself.

“Mister, hope no problem?” Ifeoma teases him.

“Na you, I no say na you.” Peter tries to sing but his voice betrays his good efforts. Ifeoma bends, grabs his raging cock and starts sucking it.

Ifeoma wakes up tired and sored on her pussy. She turns over and sees that Peter was still sleeping. She walks quietly to the bathroom to have a shower, and went to have something to eat.

She was still eating when Peter joins her and they both finishes the food.

“So any outing today?” Ifeoma asked resting her head on his shoulder.

“No outings today. I would stay in house all day.” Peter replies her as he changed the station to a football station.

Ifeoma snatched the remote from him and changed it back to her telenovela and puts it between her legs.

“What's the meaning of that?” Peter asked pretending to be angry. Ifeoma just shrugged her shoulder and pretends that she didn't understand him. Peter made effort to retrieve the remote but she traps his hand, Peter smiles and starts fingering her.

To be continue