Sara's Pov
If someone told me that a man other than my future husband would be staring at my p***y right now, I would have prayed to God to deliver that person.
The irony was that I was here, legs spread open, dress bunched around my waist like the cheap w***e my mom calls me.
My panties were soaked, clinging onto my virgin p***y as Mike blew hot air onto it from his mouth.
The more he blew the air across my puffy lips, the more I leaked, my juices seeping into my ass crack, twirling around my pucker.
I still had his phone in my shaky hands, the filthy, sinful video still playing. The black guy was now choking the girl on screen as he f****d her.
The young girl's p***y made the nastiest, wettest sounds I've ever heard. My eyes were glued to were they were joined, putting myself
