Life Of Dancer

Episode 4

after eating that night I brought out my phone and switch on my data.login into my WhatsApp I decide to upload a picz of me half unclad after that I state getting comment and I latter got a msg from bisiola telling me to send her a picz of my hairy chest.

I went through my gallery and saw a nice pix I

took shirtless I just finished taking my bath

when I took that pix, the hairs were so fresh

and full. I sent it, few minutes after it ticked

blue which means she have received it.

She:O lawd!,I love your hairs

Me: Thanx

She:I can just bite off my screen just to have

these hair between my teeth. Am so h—y!

Me: What do you think?

She: is your di3k this hairy?

Me: Uhmmm yeah….

She: Can I see?

Me: whenever we meet.

She: No snap shot for me?

Me: Nah, better you see the real one.

She: I must fu*k you!

Me: hahahaha. Teasing me ryt?

She: we shall see about that.

Me: so how u gonna quench the fire down

there xos I gor aome burning down there too

She: if it was day time I would have drive over…

Me: so….?

She: So what?

Me: so are you gonna get off yourself?

She: A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do to

please herself.

Me: bad gal…

She: kiss smiley

I was so hard but I don’t wanna fringe and I

have work tomoro so I tried to take off my

mind fron the chat.

Me: just take your time baby.

She: Am stroking my Tips care to join me?

wink smiley

I got hard at that message.

Me: Yeah baby!

She: so will you jerk for me?

Me: If you command.

At this point I knew sh was realky really h—y

and wants lotta attention, so I played along

telling her am doing things to my ‘laddle’

She: Yeah do it, pull the hairs

Me: o yeah still on the Tip?

She: yes! My puss is breathing

Me: Take the finger down there and tease.

typing

A minute past and she is still typing and I knew

she was into it and probably looking into the

screen to see my msg , so I typed.

Me: left little finger should stroll into that place,

feel thw warmness, you love it ryt? I know you

do. Remove it and stixk in the index finger,

gently and gently don’t rush baby, it’s Logded

in ryr? Good leave it there, flick the tip of that

finger, swirl it around, increase your pace as

you swirl. Your hands ahould not leave you

Tips, nibble on it, squeeze it, gently and hard,

dollow the rhythm, I know you can’t take it.

Me: Heeeey stop! Don’t tease that cl1t!

Me: Starve it! Just continue fingering, don’t

stop.

Me: Arrest the second Tip.

She: Aeewdfrress

Me: Don’t bother typing. I know you r wit me.

Me: assault the second Tip, press it, squeeze it,

nibble it.

Me: Flick your cl*t a little. Flick again

Me: stop! i say stop! Spread those lips deep

those fingers in there….

Me:Have a taste of your juice. I know you like it!

I cintinued typing tips while she continues

servicing herself, just when I was about to send

in the last punch line I heard a heavy knock on

my windows that frightened me out of my chat

lashing.

‘Who was that’ I thought.