Lesbian Group

Men came and went, and I serviced them all. I just cried and cried as he held me. Iggy left and went to talk to Enzi and Zafra, recounting our time together last night. My pussy and asshole were sore to the touch, just like before. Iggy looked at my pussy, pushing my labia to one side and then the other. My eyes shot open. I began to roll my hips, forcing their cocks in and out of my buzzing holes. “Oh my God, the Kaybe had me and fucked me,” I screamed. “And what would we play?” another asked. But when we began fucking for the entire hour, things got better. And in no time, I had enough money for a plane ticket to Africa and enough for a guide. “Come in,” I sobbed. I told him every detail I could remember.