Why am I doing this? Iggy waited until I was awake and took me back to my tent. They told him I would scream out during sex about the Kabye and that I had their mark on my body. Men came and went, and I serviced them all. My body shook violently, and my holes tingled as a wave of pleasure washed over me. Zafra began to fuck me, and Enzi pushed my shoulder and forced me to bend over on Zafra’s chest. ” Umm, fifteen, but no more than twenty; tell them room fourteen-hundred,” I said without changing my facial expression. “You have to take your underwear off,” He said
“Seriously,” I asked. I walked up to them. The brother’s cocks roared in and out of my holes as I tried to keep up rolling my hips. “What?” I asked, getting excited. Zafra began bouncing me on his cock, and slowly, it began to stretch my tight pussy out. “Excuse me, Enzi, Zafra,” I said. “You have to take your underwear off,” He said
“Seriously,” I asked. My eyes shot open. “Oh, yeah, black guys only,” I clarified. I walked down a path and saw a group of men standing around smoking pipes. I got up and followed them, wearing just my tube top; I never got around to putting on my panties.
