One of the bikers called across to Nick: "Care for a Bud?"He walked over to the picnic table and took the beer bottle. "Thanks. Any more action tonigh...?" Up to you, buddy. We're game. How about the chic?" Oh she loves it. She's a cumslut."The bearded biker leered at his mates. "Then how'd she feel about a cum shower? It's a local speciality in these parts." A cum shower? That's a new one on me. How does it work?" Your chic lies spread-eagled on this table here (he banged his empty beer bottle. Sa knows all this. Sa wears all this upon her shoulders. She will be chief next. Not because of her father, but because of who she has made of herself. That is the only way she can protect Ko, and everyone else she holds closest.(This story takes place somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred thousand years BC. The tribes of characters involved are very much fully-evolved and intelligent humans, but the world they live in and the level to which their society has progressed is far behind our own.. After holding the sponge under the shower I rub it around my pussy lips. My body trembles slightly as I feel my own sensitivity. I imagine you’re standing behind and me and I drop the sponge, leaving my fingers… your fingers to explore. I squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples firmly. It feels so good and I continue to massage my right breast as my right hand slips between my pussy lips and the wetness from the shower, quickly becomes the wetness inside my little love hole. My clitoris isn’t. Theys asked if the could treat her some drinks and she accepted. the last thing she has in mind that she got more and more tired, the pain in her feet gone away and she felt like she starts to fly. the guys (and the whole crowd) was sneer at her but she was already to tired to notice that. after she fel asl**p in the barroom two of the guys pulling her in the table, spread her legs, rise her skirt and rip of her string ‘look, what kind of smooth and well shafed cunt she got!’ said one of them..