African Amazonian Futas

It was the Africans.

A group of African futas had landed and more were arriving in droves. They were the first wave of the assault, the initial breach into the islands defenses. They were to weaken and spread out the defenders, opening the door for the next wave. And with the cover of the storm, they had been given the surprise advantage.

The Africans had their hair tied up into braids and buns. Many wore tribal masks with a few using warpaint instead. Others were nude save for loin cloths or small bikini bottoms that left nothing to the imagination. A few wore tribal themed tops, often only covering their tits.

They had the advantage, but the Polynesians had numbers. And as such, the Africans were forced to be more direct. If they couldn't win by taking the area, they could force their way through. The two groups clashed, the sounds of their battle ringing out over the wind and rain. Cocks and hands were everywhere, fucking, grabbing, punching, and pulling.