“Um, I’m on the pill…for my cycle…” Ifeoma said shyly. “I remember you being a very good student, Ifeoma, an excellent writer. Xxx Why do I feel like I just made a date with my teacher? He chuckled, kissed her a few more times, and gently removed her glasses and put them on the end table, next to his. “Condoms, condoms are in the bedroom,” he muttered, while he steered her down the hall. “Want to come in for cookies? A scattering of freckles — not every guy likes those. “Nice?” he murmured, giving her a long lick. “It feels a lot more intense than when I…you know…self-service,” she finished, embarrassed. I’m sorry!” she apologized, quickly. He smiled to himself, focusing on that sweet spot, feeling Ifeoma’s thighs shaking under his hands, while she moaned, “Yes…yesss…oh Nnamdi…right there…I’m so close…” He felt her clit throbbing, and
