Mumbai's Midnight Video Calls With My Nigeria girl Chioma

I still remember the first time Chioma sent me a nude over video call. I was in my cramped apartment in Mumbai, trying to ignore the incessant honking of cars outside my window. I opened the call, and there she was, my Nigerian goddess, her dark skin glowing in the light of her phone.

“Hey you,” she said, her voice like honey. “Like what you see?”

I couldn’t even speak. She was lying on her bed, completely naked, her hand slowly stroking her thigh. I watched as she trailed her fingers up to her pussy, spreading her lips open for me to see. I felt my dick stirring in my pants, growing harder with every second that passed.

“Fuck, Chioma,” I finally managed to say. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire. “I’m glad you think so,” she said, her fingers still playing with her pussy. “I want you to touch yourself while you watch me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I undid my pants, pulled out my dick, and started stroking it, watching as Chioma’s fingers moved faster and faster. I could see the moisture glistening on her fingers, and I knew she was close.

“I’m going to cum,” she said, her voice husky. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

I watched as her body shook with pleasure, her pussy clenching and releasing. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came too, my cum spilling over my hand.

We stayed on the call for a few more minutes, catching our breaths and making small talk. But I knew that this was just the beginning. We continued to have video call sex, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing each other’s boundaries.

One time, Chioma surprised me by wearing a strap-on. I was hesitant at first, but she assured me that it would feel good. And she was right. She fucked me hard, her hips slapping against my ass as I moaned in pleasure.

Another time, we tried anal play. I was nervous, but Chioma was patient and gentle, guiding me every step of the way. And when I finally let go, the pleasure was intense, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

Our video call sessions became more and more adventurous, and I found myself craving her touch more and more. And even though we were thousands of miles apart, the connection between us was undeniable.

But as with all good things, our video call sessions had to come to an end. Chioma had to go back to Nigeria, and I had to stay in India. But we promised to keep in touch, to keep the fire burning between us.

And who knows, maybe one day we’ll be reunited, and we can explore each other’s bodies in person. Until then, I’ll keep replaying our video call sessions in my mind, reliving the moments that made me fall in love with my Nigerian girl, Chioma.