I’d feel better about that,” one of them offered. “Oh, go slow, big boy,” I moaned as my arms hugged my head. Iggy waited until I was awake and took me back to my tent. I probed, sipping my beer. “Look, Becca,” Iggy Ordered. Was I under a spell? I stepped out of my underwear, and Iggy knelt between my legs; he had a small mirror with him. Iggy looked at my pussy, pushing my labia to one side and then the other. OK, which one of us do you want to play with?” one of them asked. I was on fire, I wanted cocks inside me so bad, I couldn’t think straight. Their foot-long cocks were almost buried in me, Enzi was ball deep in my ass, but Zafra had a few inches to go; I could tell he was at my cervix because it hurt when he thrust. I managed to stand; my ass and pussy were screaming at me just like last week, I thought. I felt the monster cock slide through my labia, and I tried to scoot back away from it. Zafra dropped on the bedroll and motioned me over; I straddled him and knelt over his waist. Enzi was next to scream out as his balls pumped their hot jizz into my bowels.
