Mango After Dark part 2
edits by 4ball andd butterfinguers.
Word must have spread quickly as Mango's keen ears picked up murmurs of all the lewd things her admirers wanted to do to her.
One man talked about how they wanted to tear off her top and grope and suckle her tits. Some wanted to pin her down right then and there in front of the whole park, Others wondered how hard they could fuck her throat until her makeup ran and lipstick smeared her luscious lips.
Mango dripped with excitement and her mind was fogged by the fantasies of indulging her entourage's wishes. Part of her knew she should leave before things got out of hand but her body wouldn't let her.
Every time her breasts slipped free of her top, her tits swayed in the cold night air and her nipples hardened. Whenever her skirt "accidentally" hiked up as she bent over, she felt a rush. The more she exposed herself the more she wanted. All of it swam in her head. The clinking of belts, the sharp zipper of pants undone. One man buried himself between her breasts and dragged her into the soft grass as more crowded around her. Mango moaned as eager hands tugged her clothes, and cupped her breasts. Her nipples teased and her hands ran over many hot, hardening erections coveted by her greedy paws. Mango panted like a wild beast. The most apparent thought she had was how badly she wanted more and so did the men around her.