“But it was a shock to me when Monique Jackson, the sexy, Black sorority president called me. “Yes, yes, fill me up with all your futa-cum!” she howled, the vibrator spilling out of her hands and rolling between my tits. “Yes, yes, yes,” the girl with the thick, black bush and green eyes whimpered. I felt the heat of Navneet’s cunt bleeding through her fur. I just wanted to stay buried in her convulsing depths. “Have fun,” Chris told me. She had curly-black hair falling about a hungry face with bold cheekbones, her plump lips pursed. She lifted up and shoved the fingers of her left hand into her pussy and pulled out a small, bright-blue egg vibrator coated in her juices and humming away. I painted another ropy line of spunk across their black strands before my last spurt erupted into the Indian girl’s fertile depths. I whimpered, pussy juices running down my thighs. The box of monster condoms I bought today felt like such waste. Our bodies heaved together, the three of us moving in
