Fed by the NFL gang-3

“Eve is one tight cunt,” said Jamal. “Take care that she’s wet before you penetrate her. Don’t want to hurt the little woman. Once she gets it on, she likes to keep going. Don’t leave her hangin there.”

“No chance of that!” They insisted Eve would not have to worry about a lack of attention. “If we can’t satisfy her, nobody can.”

“I haven’t been this horny since I was a teenager,” said Bulldog. “White pussy is gonna be sweet. I’ve got a big load to shoot.”

“Not bigger than mine,” said Donk. “I got enough for ten ladies.” They joshed for a while good naturedly. I felt comfortable with these huge men.

When Eve walked into the room, she was standing on six-inch platform heels, black patent leather, with ankle straps. The long red satin gown was wrapped tightly around her figure, showing the slim hips and firm bust peeping out in front. She trailed a feathery black boa, and her little arms were encased in black satin opera gloves almost to her bare shoulders. Her silvery blonde hair looked lovely, with little clips holding back the bangs from her face, like a little girl.