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Gutxi is leaving the mansion - Nekane is saying bye as hs leaves. He looks disapproving and points to toward her blouse which is open at the top revealing her cleavage and she has no bra. Nekane is unmoved by his protest. Gutxi gets his vehicle and drives off. Nekane see the car goes off and turns to go inside but stops for a moment and turns. Nekane looked out as if she could sense Victory's presence. In her mind, she heard the Zulu drums beckoning her to a new life.
Meanwhile, Johnny Victory, watching from the bushes with a predator's patience. He smirks as sees Gutxi protests Nekane's cleavage. His powerful form tense with anticipation and he watches. Gutxi's car disappear. He ran up to the mansion, dressed as a Zulu warrior, embodying his heritage with powerful symbolism. Adorned in traditional garb, a skin brief, hunting beads around his neck, and a spear in hand, he was a vision of raw strength and cultural pride, a warrior ready to conquer not just in battle but in love, his arrival a declaration of the revolution against oppressive norms.
Isabella greeted Victory at the door and led him to the living room. Nekane will be so excited to see you. You look bigger and harder! Have you been hitting the weights extra hard to impress Nekane? "Got to!" I have her pictures up in the gym to motivate. Well, she has been working like I have never seen before. And when Gutxi wasn't around, she put up your naked pictures! You have stirred something up in her. Time to perform your life!
Nekane moved to her private suite, her heart racing with anticipation. She restored her hair to its natural kinky curly state, a wilder look that Gutxi disapproved of. She ran her hands through her hair and told herself I did this for Johnny, not Gutxi! With Isabelle's help, she began to primp, standing before a full-length mirror, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her blouse, revealing deeper cleavage, a bold step toward embracing her sensuality. She changed her skirt to a shorter one, the fabric hugging her curves, a visual defiance of the constraints that had bound her. Around her neck, she wore her big cross necklace, a cherished symbol of her faith, unashamed to display it on this love day with Johnny. The weight of the cross against her skin felt like a blessing, a reminder of her belief in the providential nature of this union, a sign that her journey with Johnny was part of her authentic spiritual path, not a deviation from it. Presenting herself to Isabelle. "Better?" - Nekanes asks. Isbelle smiles. "Not quite ready." Isabelle responds. Guiding Nekane back to the mirror, Isabelle encouraged her to unbutton another button on top, opening the blouse further to showcase her allure. She then unbuttoned a few lower buttons to reveal the bottom of her breast cleavage, a daring display. Finally, Isabelle handed her an even shorter skirt, the hemline daringly high. "Now you're ready!" - Isabelle declared, her tone a mix of encouragement and mischief, as Nekane looked at herself, a transformed woman ready to meet her providential destiny, the cross gleaming against her chest as a testament to her faith, a woman living truly before God. On the surface, her provocative attire might suggest a fall from grace. Still, beneath this exterior, her actions, paired with the cross, were the first steps toward a deeper, more authentic Christian faith, one free from the oppressive social morality that had caged her.
Nekane was softly singing as she entered the living room. "Johnny, I have missed you!" - Nekane says. And she hugged Johnny, and Johnny kissed her, and they kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining. As he came up for air, Nekane smelled Victory's deep scent, taking his sexy musk. You smell great! - Nekane cheers. "Better than your hubby?" - Johnny responds. "Oh yes! Much better than Gutxi! You're so bad!" - Nekane replies. She ran her fingers over his goatee. "You look so great - look at all those sexy muscles." - Nekane stated lustfully, "As do you, ma'am, look at all those cruses." - Johnny responded/ He ran his hands over her tight waist and then untoward her big breasts. "I see you took my advice!" Johnny stated as he pawed her breasts. "Oh yes, but Gutxi didn't like it." - Nekane replied "A hard head makes a soft dick!" Johnny retorted. Nekane giggles in response.
"I like what you did with your hair." - Johnny said. The black stud ran his hands aggressively through Nekane's hair, enjoying the feel of the thick mane of wild blond hair. It's my natural texture. Nekane responded by running her hand over his dark hair. I love your thick, kinky it's better than a white guy's, more masculine. Better than
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