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Calista loved the contrast. One afternoon in a hidden corner of the engine room, four men took her at once. She rode one reverse cowgirl. Another fucked her ass. Two filled her mouth and hands. The vibrations from the engines added to the pleasure. She came multiple times before they filled her with fresh loads. Evenings always ended with the full group when possible. They passed her around under the stars. Calista lost herself in the feeling of so many strong hands and thick cocks. She drank their cum like it was water. Her skin stayed sticky until morning showers.

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