It broke their heart, being devout Christians, that their daughter was a slut and nympho. I slowly walked up to the barn and opened the door. I sat on my cot and began sobbing uncontrollably. I lifted my arms over my head, and we broke our kiss off as my t-shirt was pulled over my head and my arms. Men came and went, and I serviced them all. I raised, and he aligned his cock in my fuck hole; I was sloppy wet, and his cock head slipped inside me, but his shaft was so fat his progress stopped. I’d feel better about that,” one of them offered. The witch doctor looks over me and makes sure I have a steady supply of black cock. “Oh, no, no, cut it out of me,” I screamed. It was so full of cock. We walked into a market full of people, shopping at booths, and men sold stuff out of stalls. The memory of my night in the village became more vivid as I thought about it.
