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Chapter 20 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

Does my humiliation get any worse, or does one of these horny ladies lend me a hand?

A truly shocking pair of benefactors.

My eyes go crossed with the sheer **** of embarrassment building up in my head, and I literally lose the ability to hear the shitload of catcalls directed at me. That is, until a certain somebody quells the horny crowd.

“Cut! Or whatever the term is for photography.” Ruby shouts while motioning for her drooling camera crew to move, “We need to correct the shot. It’s business time, and we can’t have his dick in frame.”

“Awww…” moan the surrounding women as my dignity gets rescued by my perverted nemesis of all people.

“Although… I don’t want to use anything bigger than the napkin to hide it…” Ruby says while evaluating my cock from way closer than necessary, “Oh, what to do, what to do…”

“Um, I could be of assistance, miss Williams.” Fareehah says, scooting up beside the smaller redhead but looking at my crotch, “I know how to get this man, um, flaccid. We’ll just need a little privacy.”

“Ooh~ I like the way you think Fareehah!” Ruby smiles her old licentious smirk and taps my penis in delight, “Go ahead, Sexy, follow her, and don’t mess up the next shot!”

Unable to throw a hand over the offending appendage as the photographer harasses me, and with my face literally glowing red, I take Fareehah‘s offer to get out of sight. Although my own freedom of movement is so limited I might as well be hogtied, the horny girl pushes the settee I’m manacled to out of sight from the gawking ladies.

After ensuring I’m hidden well enough with her behind a thick curtain, the collegiate woman crawls over my blushing, supine frame— her brown eyes alight with lust. Her headscarf tickles my inner thighs, then her tongue tickles my balls, all while I’m still blushing crimson.

While the pretty young Muslim salivates on my throbbing genitalia, she undoes her shirt; snaking her hijab out of her collar as an enormous pair of breasts spill from her blouse. My eyes go wide to say the least.

“Sorry, Mr.Zachariah, but I’ve never done quite this before…” She says while brushing her head wrap behind her shoulder in just the right way to make my cock twitch. Wiping a line of slobber from her jaw, Fareehah ogles me harder, “I want to do it to you, though. You just look so, so delicious tied up like this… so helpless… so fucking sexy.”

Am I in heaven? What does she mean?

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