The town beyond the port

The short shorts you are sporting were hardly an acceptable covering to your crotch especially since narab had tugged the shorts higher explaining the need to show your vulva or cameltoe despite the lewd stains of girl cum surrounding the crotch area. On top of that narab had claimed your soiled panties as a prize. She would sniff them whilst jilling herself and then share them with her wife, mistress, and daughters as an extra reward for day hard at work. You attempted to re establish contact with your crew but the myriad of women swarmed from every direction occasionally grabbing or spanking your butt or following your swaying hips or even more brazenly fondling your partially exposed lower lips or even fingering you (not that you didnt spread your thighs or shake your ass every time moaning) as you made your way through the cove. You wondered if they had made it past the customs. Still it was lost on you that your crew could be experiencing an sexual existential crisis abandoned in a strange land by their closest mates but despite giving narab your body gleefully over and over again you wanted more. She had explained to you that you no longer have to eat or drink to live but the pill will only work if you swallow the nectar of a woman repeatedly and with spirit. You vaguely became aware of the withdrawal from pussy cream even hours after meaning you presumably had to eat different women to completion and swallow multiple loads of girl cum per day or face dire consequences. From the looks of things any woman who laid down and said sit on my face would be set upon a group of lecherous hussys coming down her throat eager to share her tongue and mouth with friends and strangers alike. So should i try to gather info or be patient?