The girl, wearing open-toe sandals, began stomping along their street with a casual sway. It felt like the ground was hot beneath her feet as she kept her pace, heading toward the main road where cars passed. She followed that path, not wanting to ride anyone's motorbike, intent on continuing her journey alone.
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At that time, Eric wasn't far from Zakhem's streets. He parked near the football field, keeping an eye on his phone. He expected a message from Siyawezi any second, and it came, making him jump slightly as he lifted the seat he had set aside. He started the car and drove slowly toward the side where Kibondemaji Primary School was located.
It took about two minutes to reach the intersection leading to the main road from the side near the school. On the corner, he saw the girl standing in a dress, and he felt a huge surge of happiness. He moved the car closer, lifted the door, and she got in.
After that, he closed the doors, raised all the windows, turned on the air conditioner, and drove the car off. He steered toward Kilwa Road, quiet, not much of a talker, still in disbelief that the girl was really there and ready for anything. He thought he might be tricked and she wouldn't show, but the results were clear—he would get what he was promised.
When Eric reached Kilwa Road, he turned south. He went until he reached the three-color lights, entered a roundabout, then took the straight road. He continued for a few minutes until arriving at a dusty path where he exited the car and took the route. The journey went on, eventually reaching a guesthouse with a tall wall. The car entered the parking area, the engine shut off, and the driver got out to lock his side door.
Hima rushed to the second door, opened it for Siyawezi, and gave her hand, which surprised her but she handed hers over. She got out of the car, holding hands, while the door was locked with a special remote to prevent it from being opened.
Eric guided the girl inside the modern guesthouse, reaching reception, where they were given keys. The room appeared long unused, waiting for the right time to be used. The two walked together; this time Siyawezi was held by the waist and didn't resist at all.
They entered a modern room with a wide bed and all furnishings. Eric quickly closed the door behind them, then turned to watch her as she sat on the bed, placing her bag and scarf aside. Desire had overtaken him; he wanted to see her fully. When he approached, he gently stopped her with a hand on her stomach, looking at her softly.
"Hey, things aren't done that fast, we don't rush," she whispered softly, then held his hand and sat him beside her.
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When Hanifa woke up, Rajabu had already left for his errands. She had overslept because it was the weekend and didn't have to rush to school like usual, missing him that morning as he went to catch passengers for his daily bread.
In her mind, she planned to take control of him, having already experienced him physically more than three times in one day. She was thrilled by his ability and the way he could respond to her until she got what she wanted. She especially wanted to own him completely, make him hers, without worrying if being a student posed any legal risk.
Since she had waited so long, she wanted to claim him fully and continue being his owner for all days. She had tasted the sweetness, and in her mind, the goal wasn't just teasing—it was ownership. She didn't care about invading someone else's property; even if discovered, it would be bigger than any challenge she had faced. All she thought about was getting what she wanted, and as a student, she could just go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and no one could stop her.
The girl was driven by age and desire. After meeting a few young men, she ended up in Rajabu's arms. He had led her well, making her sure she had chosen him wisely, desiring him for a long time. Her leaving that morning without saying goodbye left a trace of jealousy.
When told not to rush, she understood because a man's urge could embarrass him early if things weren't completed. Given her appearance and the money she would give, she calmed him first, wanting him to know what she was capable of and already sharing with many. After sitting him beside her, she placed her hands over his concealed chest, covered by a white blouse.
Her hands caressed gently, and she leaned closer. With her hands on his chest, she suddenly moved to his neck, teasing gently, then brought her face close. Eric saw her soft eyes, amazed, as her hands teased him, shocking him—he had never had this before. He received touches he had never experienced since he first knew women's bodies.
As this happened, he was guided to the center of the bed by gentle tugs. Not wanting to hold back, he removed her legs from under him without grabbing, moving along with the girl. His mouth was still held, teasing by her tongue, which she expertly played with.
He didn't want to seem lazy; his mouth played with her neck while being teased. He placed his hands on her thighs, caressing her gently while sliding his blouse up. Finally, he reached her neck, and Siyawezi let go of his mouth, finishing the teasing, then pushed him down to lie on the bed and straddled him.
He sat on her hips, removing her blouse, and bent slightly toward the man's face. This time he didn't go to her mouth; what Eric expected—sucking—would follow later. Her mouth reached his chest, she grabbed his nipple, put it in her mouth, and skillfully used her tongue until he trembled intensely, making a soft groan like wind nearly rising in the chair.
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