Foreign Influence

924 Days

The next morning, you awoke on the couch alone. Your cock was still coated in the dried cum of Kase. You had a video message from Amanda. It simply said enjoy.

You opened up your backpack, pulling out your dildo. You cleaned yourself, then slowly lubed it up and slid it inside you. As it tapped against your prostate, you opened the video.

Amanda and Mustafa were fucking under the Algerican flag. Her blonde frame was on all fours. Her big ass was rocking back and forth, and you realized with a start that Mustafa's cock was in her ass.

The second thing you noticed was Amanda was wearing a hijab. That alone made your cock leak. Everything was so foreign. From how she was dressed to what she was doing. They were talking in Arabic, simple phrases that she used to inspire her Bull to pound her harder. You watched her take it up the ass, his heavy balls popping her pussy loudly. She came, noisy, calling his name. You matched her, leaking your cum onto Kase's couch. You wanted some acknowledgement of what you were to her, what you could still be. But she merely flipped off the camera, smiling impishly. Then Mustafa turned the camera to face him, and also flipped you off.