Nicon Hotel is a large hotel in Abuja. Here, P King opened the car and showed off her beautiful legs before she came out, completely dressed in a long brown hijab with a niqab on her face. She started walking slowly. On the first floor, she stopped at room number 121. She knocked in a cold atmosphere inside the room and was answered with a "yes." She opened the door, entered, closed it, and looked at the young man who had just come up.

She shook her head when she felt him enter her body from behind, loosening the veil from her face, he walked around in front of her, stopped and let out a loud sigh, he placed his mouth on her cheek and said, "Masha Allah, my Feesah, I don't know any woman in the world who is more beautiful than you." She pulled off her hijab, opened his eyes again and cast them on her large breasts that were moving around in her dress, which looked very much like her breasts, he stood up and stared at her again, tilting his head just as she turned to look at the size of her boobs, he caught his eyes and said something, he closed his eyes before he opened her dress, she pulled off her dress, she stretched her legs and stood up, then her pants were like something that went through her thighs, she reached out and approached his body and rubbed her boobs against his chest, he let out a loud moan and moved back a little, he grabbed her boobs and He squeezed her hand and sighed as he tried to take off her bra. She was moving deeper into his body, licking his neck and placing her hand on his waist. She was breathing heavily, licking the nape of his neck and squeezing his chest more tightly. He squeezed her breasts harder and harder. She was feeling very good. He was trying to put it in his mouth but she stopped him. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly pulled her panties down.

She grabbed his penis with her hand, twisting it around his foreskin with her fingers, and he let out a loud moan, "My Feesah, you're killing me, you're following me slowly, please God..." She put her hand on his mouth and pressed her boobs to his mouth, he quickly grabbed the other one in his hand and started to suck them painfully, while he blinked, her big breasts were making Habeeb's heart beat faster than you can imagine, you don't give a damn, Habeeb, any healthy man who looks at Nafeesah feels the desire to be with her.

As she played with his mood to his two balls, it was not a small matter of their calculations, and he was sucking her sweet boobs in a way that confused her heart. They had gone too far in their affair. She lost her phone in her bag and rang. She didn't answer. She continued to fuck Habeeb. She slipped and caught his mood. Her partner was tall but not thick. That's why Feesah didn't care if he had sex with her. She went to focus on playing with him. Since when they had sex, he would drive her crazy and cry in pleasure. She didn't know anything. The first time he started, he didn't have any power in bed for five minutes. That's why she despised him so much that he called her. It was better to go somewhere other than her, she needed his service or else her pockets were too low.

The phone rang louder and louder. She reached out and opened her bag and took out her phone. "My Son" appeared on the screen. She quickly picked it up and whispered in her ear, "My Son, you've been ignoring me for a long time." He sighed and lowered his voice and said, “Mommy, before, when you called me Son, I was happy, but now I don't know why. When you call me your son, my heart hurts. You should come now and understand where I'm going. Mummy, I'm thinking about something that's on my mind, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you. I don't know how you'll take it.”

He kept quiet, looking at her features and saying, "I know you'll say I made you a child because you raised me with your hand, supported me, bathed me, and took me to school on your own..." She interrupted him and said, "That's enough, My Son, I'm leaving now. When I get back, come to our house and find me some time. Your nonsense and your