When Charlotte woke up to all the strangers in the bedroom, her used p***y started leaking even harder then before. The mixed juiced of her and the husband leaked out, and she started drooling. Half of the men in the room were studs, no older than thirty, and the rest of them were over forty, hung like freaking horses and had balls the size of baseballs. The men stalked toward her tender frame. Her t**s were on display with her dark pink areolas and erect n*****s, her skin white as milk and the size of her t**s as basketballs. Further down her flat stomach, she had hips that could easily sway in every movement she wanted, and her p***y? Well, her now puffy, red, swollen p***y was so ready to be f****d, and her pink backdoor enstranse was gaping open, inviting the men to feel right at home.
