It didn't take long before the path had cleared completely without rain, and the hidden springs appeared, ready for its work. This meant he had to take the next step and enter inside, not bothering to knock since the door was already open. He lifted the girl slightly from where she was sitting, then raised his hips to remove the skirt and underwear, letting his manhood prepare on the wooden plank.
When he returned her to the bed after lifting her with his unusual strength, he moved her slightly forward on her thighs, aligning with the start of his knees. The act felt good, especially for the tip seeing the private area was still beside the underwear, and it began to move back slightly after being lifted.
He didn't wait to be told, he directed it to its place and slowly penetrated. He did this while pulling the girl toward him with his hips. Until his partner was fully consumed, and that's when the girl began moving slowly while continuing to take him in her mouth, letting out long breaths as if she had been held without air for a few minutes.
It was all in slow motion, hips rotating, combined with the hands holding his hips tightly. Sometimes she acted like she wanted to rise, but he stopped her and sat her back down, pushing back inside. Moving slightly to one side, then returning straight, at the end he pushed his hips forward a bit, lifted slightly, letting his shaved area touch Rajabu, making him feel a strong burn.
Still seated on the bed, legs down, even as the girl let herself go fully, she knew he wouldn't allow her to go down without everyone getting their share of pleasure. He continued moving his hips in that way, and suddenly she let him in her mouth, lifting herself slightly. This caused him to come halfway out, lowering slowly, moving left and right, causing the tip to brush along the inner walls until it reached the end. This made him feel an incredible pleasure, starting to see signs of nearing climax as they continued the game.
When the girl reached the end, she kept rotating her hips while their bodies stayed pressed together, and Rajabu could feel her strong breaths from their activity. He didn't want to be lazy; seeing her so worked up, he decided to match her efforts without leaving his position.
He held her hips and began pushing forward slowly while she rotated tightly around him. The technique made the girl increase speed, moving her hips sharply while her legs stretched toward his groin, allowing her to perform the act efficiently.
It didn't take long before they both increased speed together and finally collapsed into each other, breathing heavily. That was the end of their session. Afterwards, Hanifa gave him one last smack, then withdrew from his body and stood up lazily. She rushed to pick up her kanga and wrap herself, returning to his feet to plant a deep kiss on his lips.
Then she placed her mouth on his ear and whispered, "Good night." After that, she quickly moved away from his thighs, stood upright, and headed to the door, leaving Rajabu surprised at her daring move that late. When she opened the door and gave a kiss signal, she kept teasing him with her eyes until she stepped out and closed the door behind her.
He didn't expect the girl to return that night for a second round of pleasure. She had woken early and already spent time with him, showing how eager she was, which explained why she came back to continue. She didn't care if her mother noticed; the only problem she thought about was herself.
"Teen agers on fire" he said as she got up and put on her underwear, finishing the skirt and closing the door. He didn't think about Semeni or to remind her or even call her.
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Early the next morning, she woke up and started sweeping around the house. After finishing, she cleaned inside, organized everything, then rushed to fill water in all the important containers. She decided to make tea and prepare some snacks. By the time her parents came from their room, everything was already tidy, and she was in her room.
Mzee Jumbe prepared tea, then went about his errands, leaving someone with her mother, happy with the changes in their child. From there, Siyawezi remembered to say goodbye to her mother, as he would visit his sick friend, accompanied by his classmates waiting on the road.
Because no one interfered with her movements and her husband didn't scrutinize, she was allowed to go, with a warning to return early and avoid trouble. She was used to returning at night in the last days of the week, and she never changed.
After leaving, she wrapped herself in a kanga around her chest down, headed to the bathroom, poured water on herself, and returned to her room. She chose her clothes, finally coming out in a white blouse with flowers laid on the bed and long white tights.
Then she opened her wet kanga to dry, set it aside, went to the bed, applied lotion slowly, and put on her bra. She didn't stop there—she put on underwear and took her tights to cover her body.
That day she didn't want to shave her face at all, avoiding suspicion from her mother and even outside. She decided to wear a blouse that highlighted her hips better than even her school uniform. She was blessed with a naturally nice figure, thin from shoulders to waist.
After finishing, she hung the wet kanga to dry, returned inside, grabbed her small bag with essentials—another underwear, lotion, a scarf to cover her head—and left, informing her mother as she left. Her mother allowed her without saying a word, and even seeing her neat outfit didn't cause suspicion, knowing her face was only lightly oiled, which meant she could go without worry. If she had known, her mother might have stopped her out of fear for her husband.
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