I just cried and cried as he held me. Please fuck me, I cried as my pussy was pummeled. Zafra yelled out in his native language, and I felt his massive pipe throb in my pussy, and I knew he was pumping his fertile sperm into my baby maker. One of them pointed at the barn. I arrived in Africa on a Monday, and on Wednesday, I arrived in the Kabye village. “OK, young lady, they’ll be here in an hour,” he said excitedly. It broke their heart, being devout Christians, that their daughter was a slut and nympho. Was I under a spell? Zafra bent down and lowered my panties; I stepped out of them. Enzi began sucking my nipple as Zafra, and I resumed our kiss. Oh, oh, yeah, everyone fuck me. I tried to back into a stall but tripped and landed on my butt in a thick pile of hay, resting on my elbows, legs spread apart, my bald pussy glistening in the sun. Enzi began sucking my nipple as Zafra, and I resumed our kiss. They saw me and stopped walking toward me. We walked until the camp was out of sight, and Zafra rolled out the bedroll on a grassy mound. Why did they leave me? “Ah, ah, ah, I cried out as he split me
