Chapter Seven
Sappho Entertains Clients On The Island
When they got back to the Island Baamu was all over Sappho like a sack full of fleas; he started f*****g her day and night and squeezing his enormous shaft between her thighs, sliding it between her lips, intruding it into her backside and creaming himself all the way to a seventeenth heaven.
She could feel pint after pint of his jizzum swilling into her rectum, flooding down her throat and washing around her womb and, if she’d been without a nose, she would probably have suffocated because it seemed as though he wanted to crawl inside her body.
Baamu, like most others, couldn’t get enough of her; except that he was the man of the moment and he was the one in, and on, the hot seat: he was the guy in possession and he was making the
