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<p><br><br>The girl in a black top that hugs her arms down to her wrists, is mad or wicked or both. Only a mad or wicked person sets fire to wood and tells it not to burn. I am wood here, in this classroom. She is fire. Literal fire. Thick-thighed. Sheen-skinned. Bright-smiled. I look at her face, and a picture looms at the back of my head. In that picture, there are two naked bodies. There are beads of sweat on each body. A leg hangs on my shoulders. <br><br>A body squirms beneath me. Sounds skitter into the wind: from me, from her. Her moans beat the air harder. Mine are feeble, deep, and she yearns to hear each one. This is why she fondles at my left nipple. Why she squeezes the walls of her vagina. It is as though her eyes call to me: moan, bitch, moan. Cream swathes my dick with every stroke. The blend of chocolate skin and white fluid reminds me of chocolate. I pull back, bend forward, and lick the cream off her inner thighs. She struggles to slam them shut, but I have a hand pressed firmly against each thigh. Her clit throbs in my face, asking to not be left out. I smile, look up at her face, and dive in. Tongue flaps against clit, back and forth, the cream seeping out the more. <br><br>“Put it back in.” This is both a command and a plea. I giggle. On a good day, I would have punished her for coming off too hard. But this is a bad day. I overlook it; the punishment will come later. <br><br>The next stroke is the deepest so far. She backs away. I pull her closer. The stroke that follows makes her clench the beddings. She covers her eyes. “Ubee, please.”<br>“Ubee what have I done to you?” <br><br>There is no answer. I slap her hand away when she stretches it back and jerks forward. The dick slips out. Pleasure lances into me. I grab her waist and pull her even closer. Her vagina wraps itself around me. This is a reflex, and I know just what it means: she is going to cum soon. I don’t want this to happen because I know women like her; how they fall to one side and decide it’s done once they become faucets gushing cum. So, I slow my strokes. My dick no longer hits against her cervix. <br><br>Gentle me, meek. <br><br>Her moans seep out slower, too. The music in the room now succeeds to swallow them.  </p>
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<p>It is unexpected, but I cum. Hard. <br>She turns to look at me and smiles. “Have you cum?”<br><br>I say yes, and she laughs. I laugh too, and spank her ass. It wiggles so much I get rock hard again. This time, though, she tells me she will not be fucking anymore because she is sore. I laugh, and say she is mad. She laughs too, and promises to torture and tease me more when next we have sex. </p>
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<p><strong>About Ubee</strong></p>
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<p>Ubee is a writer and editor and a lover boy at the same time. He is a student doctor at the University of Uyo Teaching Hopsital and spends most of his time reading or playing the piano. </p>
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