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Content: [Matured]
    “Brother Abubakar.” Soliat’s hardened nipple brought a moan to her lips. 
    “You’re too conscious, it’s driving me insane.” He brushed a thumb to her lips. “Let me ask you a question, what I did at the party, did you like it?”
    Her heart hitched and she did not know her nipple would harden more than it already had, except it did. 
    “Answer me.” Slowly he trailed a hand from her face down to her neck, then her cleavage to in between her breasts, pushing the towel downward. 
    “I—we—it was in a public place, I—I don’t know.”
    He eyes left his finger and the assault it was committing to look at her face. “Would you know if I did it again?” He did not wait for her to reply and dragged off her towel, kissing her to the bed. 
    “Brother Abubakar,” she moaned. 
    “It’s Abubakar now.” He broke the kiss to say. He peppered light kisses on her cheek and trailed it to the sweet spot on her neck. “I will touch you, Solia, but I won’t go all the way, is that okay with you?” He covered her breasts with his hand and her reply came in soft moans. 
    “Ahh!” She whimpered when his finger pinched her nipple and a pleasure pain swept through her. 
    “There’s a thin line between pain and pleasure, darling, and if you let me, I’ll show you.” Then he replaced his torturing hand with his mouth. 
    “Abubakar.” She arched her chest so that his warm mouth would completely cover her aching bud. 
    “That’s more like it, moan for me some more.”  He gave her hardened bud a torturously slow lick while his hand manifested on the other peach. His hand travelled down her body, twirling on her skin and caressing her waist. “Do you like this, Solia?”
    “Yes, Brother—“
    He bit her nipple. “Shall we try that again, do you like this, Solia?”
    “Yes, Abubakar.” 

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Volume 1