Anal in Multiple Positions Foot Fetish “Excuse me, Enzi, Zafra,” I said. I began collecting tips from the men, two dollars here, five dollars there. 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. He just clapped his hands and smiled. “We can’t do that, Becca; you’d get an infection and die. “Becca, there’s something you need to see,” He said seriously. Why am I doing this? I got up and followed them, wearing just my tube top; I never got around to putting on my panties. I let them fuck me until they were too tired or they couldn’t get it up anymore. “Do you have some more friends you’d like to invite,” I asked softly. “They fucked me,” I balled. Men would talk to the brothers and look at me, but I had no idea what was happening. “Oh God, what’s happening to me,” I cried out before Zafra’s mouth covered my lips. The fact I wasn’t protected didn’t faze me a bit. “Why all of you, of course,” I said, standing up. One of them pointed at the barn. Men came and went, and I serviced them all. Why am I doing this? “Excuse me, Enzi, Zafra,” I said. “Oh, wow, that’s a lot of horny men; I mean a lot of men,” I turned red.
