Isha had been visiting family in the States when the Sexual Service Act passed. It wasn’t long before she was in some stranger’s home, her ass stretched tight around his massive cock, a hand gripping her hair, and her voice hoarse with hours of fucking, screaming, moaning, and begging for more.
“If I impress one of these men enough, I might become a house slut and then I can stay here forever, being used, abused, and fucked like a worthless piece of meat for the rest of my life!” she thought.
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