At first, quiet...

The African futas had begun their rounds at the dead ot night. Supplies were coming in and they were making the tag ins with others, masturbate-n-switch to ensure maximum function in case of any attack. Still, they were somewhat lax duento the timing and the weather.

Just as the white futas were hoping for as they moved with camo and the help of moonless night. Slwoly, they crept in on the black futas without making a single noise, cocks on stand by, asses to the ground, and eyes focused.

They crept in, inch by painful inch, waiting for their moment to strike. The supplies were arrving in fortified caravans and were touching down between the groups. That's when the leading white futa would have to give the signal. Alll they needed now was for the masturbation part to finish at the right moments. The better timed that was, the better their attack.

She watched patiently with her hand on a switch to signal via vibrators. Her army was erect and hungry like animals. And the black futas were practically on a platter for them as they saw it. One... two... three...