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Kasai River Slut Teachers Whoring Guides. Cecile de Vendome, #32
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- Date de parution06/09/2025
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Résumé
In the Congo wilderness, busty French married wives and their illicit native young lovers copulate relentlessly, their minds flooded with vivid memories of past interracial encounters, fueling unspoken lust that threatens to consume them. In these dream-like states they had forgotten to keep a look out for visitors and neither of them heard the footsteps coming down the riverbank path until the three young men and one scorching hot woman were only a few yards from them.
Cecile's thigs was wide open and Matondo's dong was still three quarters hard and draped across his thigh when they all made a noise. A universal 'woohoo' was all it took to wake them from their post coital nap. "Fucking hell." Matondo toned as he sat upright though recognized his fellow National Park guides. He looked down at the French sex goddess blonde he had just ravaged who removed her hand from her African semen juices filled swollen box and also sat up and looked around at the four intruders. Cecile bit her bottom lip wit lust, liking what she saw.
The three African native young men were only in their late teens, early twenties, full of raging African hormones and wore only a pair of shorts each. Draped over their shoulders was a cut loin cloth and their sweaty African torsos glistened in the sun. Matondo also liked what he saw. The tall woman was into her late twenties with long blonde hair and infinite legs. She was wearing a pair of safari shorts and a singlet top with a deep cleavage that enhanced her largish pale boobs.
She later introduced herself as Celestine Caspelli, a French seasonal lecture teacher and to her surprise, Cecile will soon find out she was also a 'White slut for Africa' club member.
Cecile's thigs was wide open and Matondo's dong was still three quarters hard and draped across his thigh when they all made a noise. A universal 'woohoo' was all it took to wake them from their post coital nap. "Fucking hell." Matondo toned as he sat upright though recognized his fellow National Park guides. He looked down at the French sex goddess blonde he had just ravaged who removed her hand from her African semen juices filled swollen box and also sat up and looked around at the four intruders. Cecile bit her bottom lip wit lust, liking what she saw.
The three African native young men were only in their late teens, early twenties, full of raging African hormones and wore only a pair of shorts each. Draped over their shoulders was a cut loin cloth and their sweaty African torsos glistened in the sun. Matondo also liked what he saw. The tall woman was into her late twenties with long blonde hair and infinite legs. She was wearing a pair of safari shorts and a singlet top with a deep cleavage that enhanced her largish pale boobs.
She later introduced herself as Celestine Caspelli, a French seasonal lecture teacher and to her surprise, Cecile will soon find out she was also a 'White slut for Africa' club member.
In the Congo wilderness, busty French married wives and their illicit native young lovers copulate relentlessly, their minds flooded with vivid memories of past interracial encounters, fueling unspoken lust that threatens to consume them. In these dream-like states they had forgotten to keep a look out for visitors and neither of them heard the footsteps coming down the riverbank path until the three young men and one scorching hot woman were only a few yards from them.
Cecile's thigs was wide open and Matondo's dong was still three quarters hard and draped across his thigh when they all made a noise. A universal 'woohoo' was all it took to wake them from their post coital nap. "Fucking hell." Matondo toned as he sat upright though recognized his fellow National Park guides. He looked down at the French sex goddess blonde he had just ravaged who removed her hand from her African semen juices filled swollen box and also sat up and looked around at the four intruders. Cecile bit her bottom lip wit lust, liking what she saw.
The three African native young men were only in their late teens, early twenties, full of raging African hormones and wore only a pair of shorts each. Draped over their shoulders was a cut loin cloth and their sweaty African torsos glistened in the sun. Matondo also liked what he saw. The tall woman was into her late twenties with long blonde hair and infinite legs. She was wearing a pair of safari shorts and a singlet top with a deep cleavage that enhanced her largish pale boobs.
She later introduced herself as Celestine Caspelli, a French seasonal lecture teacher and to her surprise, Cecile will soon find out she was also a 'White slut for Africa' club member.
Cecile's thigs was wide open and Matondo's dong was still three quarters hard and draped across his thigh when they all made a noise. A universal 'woohoo' was all it took to wake them from their post coital nap. "Fucking hell." Matondo toned as he sat upright though recognized his fellow National Park guides. He looked down at the French sex goddess blonde he had just ravaged who removed her hand from her African semen juices filled swollen box and also sat up and looked around at the four intruders. Cecile bit her bottom lip wit lust, liking what she saw.
The three African native young men were only in their late teens, early twenties, full of raging African hormones and wore only a pair of shorts each. Draped over their shoulders was a cut loin cloth and their sweaty African torsos glistened in the sun. Matondo also liked what he saw. The tall woman was into her late twenties with long blonde hair and infinite legs. She was wearing a pair of safari shorts and a singlet top with a deep cleavage that enhanced her largish pale boobs.
She later introduced herself as Celestine Caspelli, a French seasonal lecture teacher and to her surprise, Cecile will soon find out she was also a 'White slut for Africa' club member.
