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Paul Okeke sat near the office of the mission station, watching some English men leave and enter the building with lopsided gait. He was still admiring the structure of the station when he saw Anne Streamer walk past him. She was not wearing her French pleat like the first time he had seen her rather she allowed her hair to fall down and form long straight curls. Paul Okeke wondered why the hair color of English men and women were different unlike his fellow Igbo people who shared the same color of hair with him–black.

Lisa's fingers worked faster on herself, her breaths ragged. Sarah shattered first. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, body convulsing wildly. Her pussy spasmed around Alex, ass clamping down on Mike, milking them both. She squirted a little, hot liquid gushing out to drench Alex's groin and the couch. Her scream turned into a sob of bliss, nails digging into Alex's shoulders.

The massive OLED TV displayed what I hoped it would: coverage of the chaos I had served on a silver platter the night before. Headlines were already running wild. "Billionaire Engagement Party Ends in Sex Tape Scandal!" "Alexander McQueen Caught in Shocking Elevator Video!" "Bride-to-Be Collapses as Secrets Are Revealed—Lucien & Rueben Also Involved!" And the video clips... oh, they were everywhere. Blurred strategically, tastefully scandalous. I leaned over the couch, resting my chin on Shane’s shoulder, and reached for his glass. "You're drinking already?" I murmured against his skin, taking a sip.

The crowd chanted. Fuck… just how many times can these boys spurt a load? I thought they were done after the first one. In a matter of seconds, ropes flew in every direction. Blond’s thick milky blasts landed across my forehead, grazing dangerously close to my eyes. Ginger plunged into my mouth, forcing my lips to seal tight around his straight shaft as he pumped surge after surge down my throat, the chunky salty taste mixing with the bitter coat Latino left earlier. Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble.