Chapter Sixteen
Strange sensations were bouncing around her tunnel. With each thrust, throbbing palpitations and sometimes painful contractions surged through her loins as Promus filled her sleeve, and John Thompson wrecked her colon, and Homer Abernathy had his meat firmly fixed in her mouth. Occasionally the boy’s c**k propositioned her throat, sending ripples through her chest, while intermittently his ball sack embraced her chin. Amid the plunder, delightfully disgraceful meows and tantalizing jingles seeped from her lungs like music sliding down a mountainside.
“You’re right Mr. Thompson, she is a gangbang slut. My roommates will never believe this!” Kelli heard Homer huff.
She had arrived at the steward’s compartment promptly at five as ordered, and except for the red stilettos st
