The rain hammered down on Lagos that night,thick drops sliding over my sweat slick as I sat alone in my sim Surulere studio. My fingers trembled over the beads, smooth glass pressing through into my pal, coral warm like flushed flesh. I, Adana Iye, twenty five and built with curve that me stutter, shifted on the stool,tights parting slightly as the humid air tensed between them. A single red waist bead prototype dangled from my hand, designed to hug low on hips, rub secret spots with every sway. My breathe came heavy already, nipple ms peaking against my thin lace top, pussy throbbing from hours of frustrated crafting. Touching these beads always did to me ignited a fire low in my belle, made ache my rough hands, deep thrusts, sometimes to fill this emptiness.
Grandma's ancient carved box called from the corner like a lover's whisper. I opened it,fingers diving in for those forbidden gold beads she'd warned carried "old power." The moment skin met the center ileke explosion. Heat surged straight to my core, clit pulsing hard as blue words burned in my vision:
My tight clenched involuntary, wetness soaking my panties instant. Erotic crafter? The system knew my dirtiest secret the way I fingered my self after finishing pieces. Imagining a thick cock pounding whole bead bounced.
Bead came alive under my desperate finger. I wove fast, pattern dipping low, meant to tease clit and entrance. Each thread sent jolts nipples throbbing, nipples dripping down the tight. Finished piece glowed sinful red gold. Couldn't resist. Skirt hiked, panties shoved aside, I fastened them around my hips. They settled perfect cool beads kissing hot skin, one strand pressing direct on one swollen clits. I rocked slow, moan ripping out as pleasure built sharp.
Door pounded like heartbeat.
"Iye! Open rain dey drown me!"
Kosi. That brooding, muscular gallery owner tall igbo god with dreads, dark skin glistening, eyes that fucked your before touch. He stalked at my studio too often, buying pieces while staring at my ass.
I stumbled to door, beads shifting delicious mini orgasm ripple. Opened. He barreled in shirt plastering transparent over ripped abs, jean hugging massive bulge. Water trailed down his v-line, disappears low.
"Power our…saw your light." His gaze dropped to my heaving chest, then hips like he smelled my arousal.
Studio tiny. Heat trapped us. His male scent mixed rain, made system scream:
I stepped in close. "You soaked. Strip the shirt let it dry."
No hesitation. He peeled it off slow, muscles flexin, tatoo swirling ancient pattern matching my beads. Chest broad, nipple hard from cold or want?
"You working late…again." Voice gravel, he backed me to table. Beads scattered like foreplay.
His rough hand grazed my waist fire exploded. System amplified everything; touch like tongue on clit.
"Fucked …" I grasped, grabbing his wrist, forcing it lower over the bead, pressing hard.
He growled, fingers exploring. "These new? Hot as your skin… Iye, you dripping wet already?"
No words. I yanked his head down, mouth crashing hungry. Tongue battled slick, teeth nipping. He lifted me onto table easy, skirts rucked up, thights spread wide for him.
Hand savage ripping lace top, mouth latching on breast, sucking nipple hard while pinching the other. I arched grinding beads against his tights.
"So full…taste like sin," he muttered, trailing bites down belly.
Finger hooked panties, tire them off. Expose pussy glistening, bead framing it obscene. He starred hungry, then dove tongue flat licking slow from entrance to clit.
I screamed pleasure. System pinged wild as he ate me ruthless sucking clit, two thick fingers plunging deep, curling hit G-spot.
Tight… sweet as honey. Come on my tongue first."
Leg shook. Beads rubbed with his rhythm. Orgasm crashed wall spasming, squirting on his face
But he rose, jeans shoved down cocks sprang free, thick, veined, head angry purple and leaking.
" want this buried deep?" He rubbed it through my folds, teasing.
"Fuck me raw… now."
He slammed in one brutal thrust balls deep.stretched full, pain bliss mix. Table rocked as he pounded relentless, hand gripping hips, beads digging marks.
"Your pussy milking me… made for this."
I clawed his back,met every thrust. Second climax built faster system making everything intense
"Come inside me… fill me!"
He roared, swelling thicker, hot seed pumping deep as I shattered again.
We panted, stuck together sweat and cum. Bead glowed brighter between us.
He kissed me soft now. "This hunger… it's just starting."
But outside window, shadow eyes watch jealous force sensing the erotic awakening.