#MBz07 - Sister Tola; My TOTOrial Master II

I must admit that I love girls; just like the idea you all have about me (it won't be proper to say my fans are wrong — so, I must write and act up to expectation), I love them pretty and for unbridled intimacy. And the first two imaginations — no, three — that come to my mind when I see you (either you are walking by or you were introduced or I'm slowing your pace on the road) are:

1. How fresh looking and soft feeling your jogs will be to my eyes and to my hands if you are blessed upfront!

2. How my anaconda will elevate your morale when you twerk on me if you have it heavy in your trunk.

3. Please don't even think about undressing for any man because he will just puke on you, if you are a scrawny skinny binsh! (No offence intended to the skinny models on earth — it’s all about the money, I understand)

Mikell Loves Em Beautiful

Well, I so much love girls that I have a girlfriend — yeah, I do (or don't you want me to have one?)! And another thing I love about girls is their irreplaceable company (Ladies give me good company, I got orgasms even without been touched — HaHaHaHaHa — that was a joke!). One thing I love about their company is the romantic atmosphere (except for the Christian sisters though — did I just say that? So, where would I place Sister Tola?). One thing I love about the romantic atmosphere is we get to touch each other (show me a girl that doesn't like touches and I'll show you a vicious monster on the mat). And one thing I like about touches is they eventually lead you to the bed, the chair, the table, the floor, the bathroom, the car or any popo conducive area near where the company started….

…And so the company started in a cold night in my room between (Brother) Mikell and (Sister) Tola when she passed me the first note. Well, what else could I have done than to respond positively (or what would you have done?)? We exchanged tens of notes like one American romantic movie and it was interesting (company getting romantic, you see?)… Then she started a series of confessions: I think of you always…I dream about you…I always watch you and sometimes just follow wherever you go…in short, I can lie, steal and kill for you! (I believe you recognize obsession when you see one…)

How did the touches start? Err… how do they normally start? No one can really say or rather, write; I can't really write how touches start for the first time with a girl — it just starts! So, we were coded-ly touching while my roommates were reading their books (bet you can't imagine how crazy that felt…). But how do we get to the final stage of this company… more so when her hands were already going south? (Hope you still have it in mind that I'm writing about Sister Tola, and we actually fellow-shipped that far…)

…To be candid, I sometimes see myself as a devil because I often make ladies do things they should never have done or were they always pretending about my bad influence? (And it’s not really like I have fleets of ladies and I get to sleep everyday like you are always thinking… for the records) But how will you describe Sister Tola shoving her hands into my Marks & Spencer?

Well… it was getting so steamy at the souths (hers and mine) and we had to get to the last stage but I couldn't send my roommates out of the room… OMG! It was cold, so cold, very cold that we couldn't just end the popo levitation with just some stolen touches (would you? Eh?). But what will you do if you happen to be in our shoes…?

…Mikell'z Bluez Continuez…

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