Charlotte shut her eyes, wishing the shadows to go away. She wasn't ready, not yet. Then she heard voices. She refused to open her eyes, lest they become real.
"A slut just for us!" a voice exclaimed.
She heard men laugh.
"The white girl's nipples are hard!"
Someone else grabbed her tits, making her open her eyes. She was staring into a dark, intense face.
"Forget about that," a short brown guy exclaimed off to the side. He had her skirt in his fist, and he shoved a finger in-between her bald lips. "The white girl's poon is wet."
Charlotte saw a couple guys drop baseball bats on the ground as they got closer. The guy with the intense face pulled out his cock.
"Well, I've got something for her then," he scowled. "I hope she likes it." |