Sometimes love is not enough...
Gabriel grabbed a handful of Bisi's tits and moaned. He had envisioned it for a long time now. Soft, ample oranges. He felt the himself harden in pleasure. He kissed her lips then, he tasted the pineapples they had just eaten together. Her body was accommodating, her smooth russet brown skin than felt like silk when he ran his fingers through, the way she opened up for him, the way she was hot, wet and ready for him. He slipped into her, closing his eyes. Each time he thrusted into her he was overcome by a new wave of pleasure. Soon they were both a mess of mingled sweating bodies. He didn't remember Awuli waiting for him in his shop, a few miles away or his promises of undying love. They were to get married, two weeks from now. He imagined his marriage with Awuli, she would be the perfect wife, pretty and obedient, never asking questions, an excellent cook. But Bisi had found her way under his skin and his marriage would be incomplete without late nights with Bisi...
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