Why am I doing this? I managed to stand; my ass and pussy were screaming at me just like last week, I thought. The young African brothers were insatiable and could fuck again in less than ten minutes. “Becca, there’s something you need to see,” He said seriously. The King’s daughter is teaching me the language, and I’ve made it clear to the witch doctor that my goal is to fuck every man in the village. Once back home, I peed on the stick, which confirmed what I already knew: I was pregnant. Their cocks sank deeper and deeper inside my holes, and I wanted to fuck. I drank a few beers, sitting there until it was pitch dark. I cried and wailed as different men took their place between my welcoming legs. Iggy tried to rub it off, but it wouldn’t budge,
“I’m sorry, Rebecca; it’s permanent.
