OZIEGBE'S POV
Resisting Yolanda is an extreme sport, a battle against my own body. Her presence consumes me, drowning out reason until pleasure is all I feel. It’s a struggle to hold back, especially when my brain forgets restraint and dives headfirst into her.
Just a little while longer, I'll be done with her ex and have her focus on me. Hearing he escaped consumed allmy thoughts I couldn't even come to school.
Her soft murmurs of “enough” clash with her body’s silent pleas for more. The goddess she becomes when tethering between done & close to undone.
She cusses and screams out my name, making me forget that quick release is a turn-off. Earlier, it took everything not to stroke myself as she writhed beneath me, quivering with need.
But now, after less than two minutes of her lips
