WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Opula clenched her teeth, and grabbed the bedspread, wriggling her body like a snake. She shut and opened her eyes at interval, griping and raising her legs wider for him; she pulled up and held his head, pushing it rather into her warm vagina as he buried his tongue into her vagina.

“Oh shit fuck, me,” she hummed and smacked her lips as he ate deep into her vagina. “Fuck me, asshole and don’t hesitate,” she said and when he pulled out his face from her vagina, lo and behold it was Ziu Lee. Geese!” she exclaimed, “What are you doing to me? And how did you bring me to your bed?” she asked, her eyes holding flints of fire and brimstone.

Suddenly she dug out a knife from under the pillow and stabbed him in the chest.

Immediately she flinched and woke up, flashing her eyes, and rubbing them furiously;

It was a dream.

She breathed hard, and threw her gaze at the clock; it was late hour and Ruby was still out with the guys, chatting into the night. She rolled out of the bed, realizing she had dozed off, leaving the CCTV; she looked at it and saw the escorts had stopped pounding Ziu but massaging him in the mini pool now.

Fanny smoked into the night, and stretched out to his flute of Vodka and sipped, waiting for his security he sent on errand to arrive with positive result. At once he could hear the knocking of oxfords on the floor and he perceived there were around. The door sensed them and slid open, and they pranced in.

“Wow,” said Fanny, sitting up.

The security walked in with a young man that was as cute as Fanny; he was his look alike; he struck resemblance with him in all body parts, such was the reason Fanny exclaimed wow, when they entered. Earlier in the week the security had brought a man that wasn’t perfect in resemblance; the man’s big nose faulted it.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

“What do you care for?” asked Fanny, after directing the young man to a seat.

“I don’t mind red wine,” the man replied, and Fanny waved at his security to fetch his order.

Fanny stared at the man’s ragged looks and he knew except being gullible he was far gone in poverty;

“Do you care for cigar?” Fanny asked, and the young man smiled and shook his head. Fanny waved at the security. “Get him top notch Roi Tan,” he ordered and the security placed his order at once. He glued the iconic cigar between his lips and lit.

“I am about to change your life and that of your generation. But first I would want you to listen to my story. Some years ago, when I was razz, I raped a girl and in the long run I murdered her in cold blood.” He grinned, lit his RoiTan cigar to smoke. “To seal up my iniquity, I buried her somewhere in the woods, and moved on with my life. Now my sin hunts me. A rival of mine who took photos of my evil has come up to nail me with it. That is where you come in. isn’t God great that he creates our look alike. Take a look at the mirror over there, you are my twin. No difference.”

The young man smiled, shook his head and smoked harder.

“Very soon the vengeful hands of justice will catch up with me. I will be out in the cold, ready to face jail or the hangman for the evil I committed. I want I you to own up to that evil, take my place and give me a second chance to live,” he said, stood to his feet.

The young man paused his smoking and shot a dead look at Fanny. Sitting up, he stared with rapt attention, as his jaw dragged down in pain.

“I don’t know you or your family background. But one thing I know for sure is that your generation needs to remember you for removing them from the spiteful hands of poverty and placing them in the gold mine of wealth. I am offering you fifteen million dollars to go in for me since we have the same resemblance. If you perish you perish if you live you live.”

The young man became unperturbed, as he stroked his hair, gulped his wine and said, “Excuse me, sir,”

Fanny asked, “Yes what do you have to say?”

“I have nothing to say than I want to go home.”

Hush silence hung over Fanny as he gazed upon the young man, smoking with rare appetite.

“Is OK, you can go.”

“Can I go with the Roi Tan. I like it,” the young man obliged.

And Fanny shook his head. The security led the man outside at once.

Ruby appeared at Opula’s side at an ungodly late hour of the night, when Opula had gone deep in sleep.

“Hello sweet,” Ruby called, wetting her ears with his lips and burning her neck with his warm breath from alcohol. “I thought you would meet with Ziu Lee. He is actually checking out of the hotel tomorrow.”

At that moment Opula woke from sleep; her mind travelled to her plan with the bartender. I hope he adds the poison to his drink before he leaves. That brat shouldn’t fail me. She said in her head. I need to get news of his death tomorrow. “I will try and see him tomorrow before he leaves,” Opula whispered to Ruby, and wriggled her body at once, “Oh fuck,” she shrieked, struggling with her breath, smacking her lips, and parting her legs for his head to fit in between her legs. She griped and yelled on the top of her voice as Ruby sucked her clitoris without pausing. Her hands came on her breasts as she stroked them, and moaned madly. As she shut her eyes, thought of the dream she had some minutes ago flashed in her mind, and she snapped out of it opened her eyes to behold Ruby, stroking his huge penis, to penetrate her. She shook, and her face grinned; he had penetrated her and started thrusting into her wet vagina slowly, their lips clicking as they kissed with fresh passion.

Struggle ahead…