Hotspots In Vietnam

A smirk filled the space, but vanished as soon as it came, as the men laughed boisterously. As if they thought they had given me enough reprieve, the men moved back in, still laughing. I was on the floor which seemed to have a prime coating of filth, and the smell was awful. I groaned feeling heavily unsatisfied. Having cum slide down your throat after every ‘job well-done’ was taking its toll on me. Falling away from the hole, I hunched over the floor and spat out the freaking cum pooling inside my mouth. Don’t!” I thought, wanting her to stop. My hands were shaking, and my mind was hazy from how badly my pussy walls quivered in tension. “Yes!” She moaned, bumping up the pace. ~ . After a while, my senses adjusted, the adrenaline wearing off, and my breathing came to a normal pace. My hands were moving and my feet were too. This is the second installation in the Inner Slut series. ~ . A muffled voice echoed through the space, “Wake-y wake-up, slut.”
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