Azia rolled onto her side as they pushed her. She tried weakly to shove at their hands, but there was little strength in her efforts. For the moment, she was unmolested, none of the men groping or licking at her body, and she tried to gather her wits. The erotic sensations that flooded her started to fade, and to her shame, she felt a part of herself regretting it.
Then a finger was at her wet folds swishing around, gathering up her juices, bringing a high pitched squeak to her lips. Pogo held her leg up vertically, while Psyco pulled her arms behind her back. Pogo's cock, slick with her juices, pierced past her tight rectum sliding into her tanned ass. Her tiny body arched and she cried out as he slowly filled her.
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