I shuddered, savoring the passion spilling out of her. She moaned out her bliss, cumming so hard.I shivered, burying the toy into her asshole, giving ...er such pleasure as my pussy drank in the friction of its other end sliding inside of me. My back arched, my breasts bouncing before me. I squeezed her tits.And came.“You naughty bimbo, yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. “Oh, you’re just so naughty. You made me cum.”“Goody,” she moaned, shuddering as the pleasure rippled through. With a little training, Black men will be willing to pay lots of money to fuck you.”“Training? How much money would Black men be willing to pay?”With that question she thought back to the previous night. “That bastard Dave hadn’t paid anything to fuck her!” Tears started running down her cheeks.“Daisy, what’s wrong?”With that, the dam exploded and she started crying uncontrollably. After a few seconds she tearfully blurted out, “That bastard boyfriend of mine, Dave, raped me last night!”“What. Sara took us to all the places including famous Mandela squire. On 3rd day we (me and Sheema) left for Durban. Sara dropped us to the airport and then from there she went to Cape Town, where we were reaching on 4th day. Flight was on time and we reached Durban at about 10 am, we checked in southern sun hotel which was next to the beach. We were tired in all these travel, so decided to rest a bit. Post lunch we went out for city tour. The best part was uska marine life, which almost took our. All of a sudden we started to talk about sexuality. She told me that she was bisexual. When we got bored, she had a deck of cards and she asked me to play a card game with her. I accepted her invitation. She told me the rules… if the five cards I had in my hand beat the ones in her hand… (like in poker) I had to tell her what she had to do, like truth or dare, but with dare only. It also worked vice versa. I thought about it and I started to get really curious. My hand actually beat hers. She.