uGULUVA Chapter 21

Phindile lies on her bed, the cool sheets doing little to calm the heat running through her veins. Her mind won’t stop replaying what happened—how Ncanezwe sniffed her, how just that tiny, deliberate act made her body betray her. She shudders at the memory, heat pooling in places she didn’t know could feel like this. Her pulse hammers in her ears, her breath shallow. She takes a shaky breath, closing her eyes, mumbling words under her breath, almost like a prayer.

“Ungilethe lana wazi, Mveliqangi. Thatha indawo yakho.”

Her phone vibrates on the pedestal beside her, jolting her from the spiral of thoughts. She reaches for it, and a small smile forms despite the racing in her chest.

“I will be back by 03:30, just to make our story more convincing, Mamacita.”

Ncanezwe. His words, casual as they seem, send another wave of heat through her body. She exhales slowly, resting the phone against her chest.She’s never felt anything like this before. Something inside her is awakening, something larger than her own comprehension—and terrifyingly thrilling.

In the other bedroom, MaMofokeng lies atop her husband, tracing the rhythm of his heartbeat. Silence hangs between them for a moment, broken by her soft, curious voice.

“Baby… do you think the thing with But’Nca and P is real?”

Mabutho chuckles lowly, already anticipating the question. He knows his wife—curious, careful, always analyzing.

“Angazi, mama. I just… I don’t want to overthink it yet, sthandwa sami. We came here to rest, enjoy ourselves… have s-ex. Let him be, if it’s not real. You know after MaNkomose, he lived to prove himself, to revenge… so let him be for now,” he murmurs, letting his hands wander under her oversized t-shirt.

MaMofokeng hums softly, a smile playing on her lips as he tightens his embrace.

“For now,” Mabutho continues, pressing her closer, “let’s shut the world off…”

He trails his hands lower, tracing her curves as his lips capture hers. Soft moans escape her as he kisses her deeply, slowly, deliberately, hands exploring, claiming, making the moment theirs.

“And maybe… make babies,” he whispers against her lips, teasing and tender all at once. MaMofokeng laughs softly, burying her face against his chest, the world outside disappearing entirely.

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[CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.]

AMANDA MOFOKENG – CELE.

Mabutho leans over her, their breaths mingling, hearts racing. His lips finds hers in a slow, deep kiss, claiming her with a hunger that matched the passion in his eyes.

“I love you, Mkami,” he murmurs, his gaze locking onto hers as if he could see straight into her soul. Without breaking the connection, his hand roamed, cupping her breast, squeezing gently as his lips moved to her neck, biting and licking, marking her as his.

“Ohhhh… Butho!” she gasped, her body arching instinctively, moans escaping in between ragged breaths. It’s their anniversary day! He dry humps her while sucking her neck as she lets out moans. He pauses for only a moment, then lowers himself, his mouth tracing the curves of her body, his hands exploring, teasing, squeezing every inch of her. He captures her right breast with his mouth, eliciting a low, needy cry from her.

“Cel… Cele,” she whispers, shivering under his touch as he nibble and sucks, his other hand sliding along her lace panties, teasing her with slow, deliberate movements on top of it. Her body responds instantly, more sensitive, more alive than ever, as her desire for him deepens with every touch.

After a while, Mabutho pulls back from her boobs and lets his gaze linger on her closed eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he moves lower, slipping his hand between her thighs and tearing her panties apart. He leans in, pressing his nose against her, inhaling deeply before murmuring against her skin.

“F–uck… fresh as ever,” he mutters, and she can’t help but smile.

Without warning, he slides his tongue inside her, and she lets out a soft whimper.

“F-uckkkkk Cele!” She cries as he pushing his tounge more and starts tounge f-cking her slowly slowly, skillfully, making her feel more alive than ever. F-uck! Mabutho knows exactly what he’s doing.

He keeps her on the edge, teasing and tasting her, then pulls back for a moment, only to return to the main course. His mouth glides over her again, making her moan and cry out, lost in the pleasure he’s giving.

“Daddddy! I’m coming!” she gasps, her voice trembling with excitement as Mabutho pulls her close. The heat between them is undeniable, a magnetic pull neither can resist. Mabutho stops for a moment, his hands lingering on her skin as she shivers beneath his touch. He then doesn’t give her time, he lets down his boxer and slowly position himself into her entrance.

He leans in, brushing his lips across hers, slow and deliberate, tasting the soft, sweet moments that make her heart race. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them—this is theirs, a world where nothing else exists but the two of them. He then inserts himself as they both moan.

“F-UCK!” They say same time as Mabutho doesn’t move and wait for her to adjust. After a while Mabutho starts moving in and out of her thrusting slowly as she screams, cries and moans out loud.

“You feel amazing,” Mabutho murmurs, his voice low, rough with desire. She arches into his touch, letting herself melt under his hands, every nerve ending alive and awake.

“Ohhhhhh Butho! Just like that!” She says as Mabutho f-ucks her after a while, her body stiffens again.

“Release it for daddy mommy,” Mabutho groans unto her eyes as Amanda lets go off her orgasm.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” She says releasing while Mabutho keeps on f-ucking her like never before.

“Hmmmm Mami!” Mabutho says groaning as her walls clench around him after she releases, f-uck, this woman! He then stops moving as her walls keep on clenching.

“Don’t do that Mkami, I am still enjoying my meal,” he says while taking himself out of her then,

“Legs up baby,” he says with his deep voice. She then does that and he holds them up as laughter and moans mingle with his deep groans, filling the room with the sounds of their shared joy as he inserts him unto her again and starts moving again.

“Ohhhhh shit! F-uck!” He groans as the warmness of her gets hold of his d-ick. He then starts moving again while his wife keeps on screaming and crying for more as she gets pleasured.

“I am about to release again baby,” she cries as he hits the g-spot.

“Wait for daddy, mommy,” he whispers, holding her gently but firmly, letting the anticipation build. She nods, breathless, caught in the intensity of the moment. When they finally release, it’s not just passion—it’s love, devotion, and an overwhelming sense of belonging.

“Fuvk!” He says breathlessly.

Mabutho leans down to her.

“Happy anniversary mkami, ride your man.” he murmurs, his voice soft now, tender. Amanda giggles, still catching her breath. This has to be one best anniversary day!

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