Anal, deepthroath, anal plug, what could be better Enzi took the can from me when I finished my beer, leaned in, and kissed me. I felt his cock at the entrance to my vagina, the head was massive. He finally laid me down, and I fell asleep. OK, not really, but they fuck me all the time. “Umm, umm, fuck me,” I whispered to them. I told him every detail I could remember. “Umm, umm, fuck me,” I whispered to them. “You have to take your underwear off,” He said
“Seriously,” I asked. 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. Why am I doing this? I slowly walked up to the barn and opened the door. When I heard a knock on my tent door, it was Iggy. For some reason, they weren’t suprised to see me. “I’m bored, my parents are out, and I’m looking for guys to play with,” I said naively. “Holy shit, really, how many more?” One suprised man asked. I walked down a path and saw a group of men standing around smoking pipes. “Jesus, Becca, no, here it is,” Iggy said, pushing my labia to one side.
