EXPERIENCED! Mr.Hyena Flees Home Due To Nightmares, Shafts Neighbor’s Wife Senselessly

Ever since I shafted a horny, dangerous babe that came from the US from her granny’s grave, nightmares have been haunting me down. While deep asleep, a weird voice asks me “Why did you bonk my graveyard?” surprisingly, this happens when I am with Yasmine but she has not yet found out why I behave like I am haunted by evil spirits. Recently, Yasmine inquired “Dear what is wrong?” “There is nothing wrong, I am fine,” I responded. I really don’t know what to do because whenever I begin fulfilling my conjugal rights that is when I get mysterious problems.

This has puzzled me the more and if it persists, my marriage will soon be at rocks. Despite the fact that I am a staunch Moslem, I nearly visited a traditional healer the following day. This has disorganized my bonking business to the extent that I go home very early.

The other day I failed to sleep since I was thinking about disturbing nightmares. At around 2am, Yasmine woke up and realized I was awake. “Dear, you look miserable, how can I help you?” she asked. I feared to reveal the truth which I suspected could stir up her mind and cause instabilities in my home, I just told her to allow me enjoy my forbidden fruit. “How can you be stressed to that extent when I am here for you?” she asked me to which I replied that, “I thought you would refuse because you have turned me down many times.”

When I was playing the second half, the nightmares again appeared. This forced me to abandon the match and move to the sitting room to ponder the next move. Later, I decided to go and spend the rest of the night at my neighbor’s home (Elizabeth’s home).

“How can I help you?” she asked upon opening the door. “Let’s go in….i will explain from inside,” I replied after which we headed to the sitting room. I told her to simply help and accommodate me for the rest of the hours in the night. “I have no objection to that but you will sleep in the visitor’s room.” I obliged and she accompanied me to arrange the bed while in her night dress.

As she bent to lay the bed sheets on the bed, I saw something protruding in between her legs from behind. But to keep peace, I kept quiet. She seemed to have noticed that I wobbly as she commented, “Are you fine? You seem to be unstable, why are you pocketing?” she inquired. “I have all along looked forward to this opportunity and tonight Allah has heard my prayers.” This lady, who later confessed to me that she was sexually starved by her husband, pinned me on the wall and swallowed my ever dangling tongue. “My hubby who is always on transit, I am told has women on every stage. He spares less time to shaft me and this has caused a terrible backache,” she said while a tear rolled down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry dear, Allah must have heard your prayers,” I told her while licking her tears.

Without wasting anytime, I put her on the visitor’s bed and gave her a FJ as part of foreplay to put her in the moods. No sooner had I finished two minutes than she exploded. This made her very wet and I quickly put on a CD and planted my ever rioting whopper into her.

I got trouble to penetrate as she was like a virgin but later found my way out. After the first half, she went to check whether her maid was asleep. On returning, she said “Hyena why don’t you help and impregnant me. It seems my hubby is too busy to produce kids with me. Can you imagine I have spent 3 years with him and there is no sign of getting pregnant?” she said. “Don’t mind I shall do that next time we meet,” I told her while putting on a CD for the second half.

This time she did not allow me to dominate as she rode me like a bicycle. After several minutes, she excused herself and brought Bukedde and showed me a headline. “Ake Mbarara ke kanzijamu omwasi”. “Do you know this style?” she asked me. “Just get down and I please you dear.” I applied my jazz band and she gushed out El-nino that soaked the whole bed.

I shafted her for almost two hours only to realize that it was already morning. Trouble came on how to leave her home. She left me in the house and went to prepare breakfast. After a cup of tea, I resumed business and made her to praise me like I was the real husband. At around 9am, I heard Yasmine driving off, I woke up and went home to freshen up so as to go to my shop. Since then, this woman has been on my neck that I impregnate her.

Till then, I remain yours truly, The Mighty Hyena.

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