Waking Up To Clear Skies

Blake‘s eyes dragged themselves open. A nearly restless sleep, it wasn’t the storm but the constant sounds of fucking that kept her up. And worse her mattress was soaked with her own satisfied desires.

And soon after the morning birds began their calls, the sounds of pleasure began again as well. Still so gripped by them Blake stayed in her tent, drinking more of the water the producers left her as she again tried to make herself cum to the sounds of black men fucking the other wives. And when she closed her eyes she could only picture Shane, Jax, and Malik fucking her.

She lost track of time, she forgot to hold back her moans. She was in her own world desperate for pleasure until Malik opened her tent suddenly.

Malik: Damn girl, you sound thirsty as fuck, if you wanna join just come by.

But this moment pulled Blake back to reality and she quickly got up and stormed back to the Shrimp Camp, and she could hear the Bulls all laughing behind her as she walked off.