Chapter 132: Chapter 132

Chapter 132

~Yoghurt vagina~

“We have to restrategize and patch up all the loopholes,” Ella said, looking out the window, at the sky scrapers and pedestrians that threw past as they drove to the car wash.

“What other loopholes do we have?” Brian asked.

He noticed Ella kept quiet because she was having a cigar in her mouth and about to light up. He wished he could smoke; he needed it now; he needed anything that could make him think straight and be courageous in this hard times; every day that came by dawned on him that he could be exposed by anything and anybody soon.

“But you shouldn’t have told my father so soon,” he said the moment he noticed her mouth was free to utter words. She was smoking with great appetite and when Brian stole a glance at her face she seemed not to be bothered as much as he was. Her face looked free and her eyes brightened with less worry; maybe because he was involved in the murder and she had placed her worries on his shoulders.

She blew a cloud of smoke. “I thought it wise to do it early enough. If we delay, he could accuse me I have a hand in his disappearance that is why I delayed in telling him.” She smacked her lips and dimmed her eyes as she drew as much smoke, making her cheeks to inflate before she puffed.

“Better still you should have informed me before putting a call to him.” He stroked his hair thoughtfully and took the exit that led to the underground bridge.

Once he got to a serene corner on the bridge, he pulled the car to a screeching halt so they could concentrate and discuss their next plan.

“What other loopholes do you think of?” Brian asked , feeding his nostrils from the sweet smelling scent from the cigar.

She placed her hand across the head rest on his seat. “Like the one grandma just saw. She was almost getting to know our evil. She may be useful to the police should the trouble thicken.”

He breathed uneasily, staring in the space thoughtfully. “When my father comes around, do not mention my name in any way. We are nothing to each other. He mustn’t know we feel a thing for each other.”

Ella kept shaking her head, paying attention with her scowled face and allowing the cigar to burn away.

“I know my father; he is smart as the serpent. That dude knows the next breath and who breathed it,” he grinned, noticing the looks on the face of Ella.

“So how do we meet this period he will be around? It will be absurd if we don’t see.” Ella asked, throwing away the cigar through the widow to pay even more attention to what mattered most to her now. Brian’s eyeballs darted sideways, wondering at Ella, and how she still needed his attention despite having knowledge of the presence of his father.

“Listen up we are just going to avoid each other until we are certain about his action on your dead husband. If we should allow things to get messed up , thereby leading to our exposure, I will never forgive myself and I will regret knowing you.”

She raised a brow. “How do you mean you will regret knowing me? Is anything messed up already?” she was raising her voice gradually but feeling the impact to tune down her voice even say nothing if she could.

Brian cut in, “But it seems like it. Why should you get bothered about whether we see or not in this period my dad would be around in search of his cousin? Certainly he is going to invite the police and everything will be heated up. The police would have their eyes on you. And that is how it should be. They should have their eyes on you and not us. If they should get to find out that I am seeing you the wind will blow and my dirty ass would be exposed like that of a bird.”

Ella couldn’t keep back. She rasied her voice with the intent to talk sense into him. “Why do you always feel important in this whole murder?”

Brian raised a brow, his eye lashes squeezed into chisel as his nose stood in anger.

Ella continued, “For chrissake we murdered my husband you didn’t do it alone. You don’t have to make it seem every action I take tends to get your ass exposed.”

Brian waved his hands, “Oh cut the crap. I murdered your husband. I killed him with my hands, hitting and smashing his head to a pop while you lay by the corner like bread drenched with water. By the way,” Brian barked, “Why should we boast of evil? Is there going to be a trophy for either of us that murdered my bloodline?”

She cut in furiously, “He was also my husband, you pig ass,” she cursed.

“Oh now your dirty head knows,” he cursed back.

An unexpected slap dazed Brian on the face and she felt like supporting it with yet another one when he held her hand firmly and suspended it in the air.

“Let go off me!” she commanded, struggling with Brian and each time she did her mini skirt edged a little upward and her bust shook heavily and attractively like two basketballs bouncing and hitting each other, within her braless chest.

Brian had never beaten a woman but he had done that through one particular sensual way; his face came at her face and their eyes switched in.

Impatiently they breathed into their faces, and his lips were forced to surge close and caught hers like magnet. She moaned gently under her breath as he devoured her lips, stroked her hair, ears, and his fingers found their way to somewhere between her thighs, touching her G-string , parting to stroke her creamy, slimy vagina lips now.

“Oh, shhh…” she couldn’t complete her moan, “Shit!” she cried before he parted his lips, whispered and was chanced to pull back to the back seat where she had enough room to spread her legs wider for him to perform his oral magic.

He had appeared between her thighs, glaring at her thick vagina lips that swallowed her G string, giving the image of a strand of rope between red thick lips. He brought his face to his food, and her vagina still smelled nice as always like the smell of freshly made yoghurt. He stuck out his hungry tongue and wanted to lick the hell out of her vagina when her precum interrupted him and trickled down her thighs. He noticed she breathed hard, fondled her breasts and nipples, slightly shaking her waist impatiently.

“Oh I love you, Brian. Please forgive…me,” she whispered and moaned heavily. Oh….hmmm…”

He had started licking her yoghurt vagina …

Nothing had tasted better.