AISHA'S POV
My pulse hammered in my eyes, wondering what she was up to. I moved, settling on her full thighs, parting my knees a little.
She grabbed me, yanking my thighs wider, exposing my white thong, moulded to my p***y lips. Fatima wasn't done.
"Not done." She whispered, fingers snagging on my panties, shoving them aside. Hot air kissed my dark, slightly hairy folds, cream frotting my entrance.
"Now, a guy is gonna slow f**k this p***y for seven minutes straight. Make you feel so good."
I froze, my brain short circuiting. "Fatima....no....I.... can't......"
"Don't be a prude, cousin." She snapped, pulling on my thong. "You're cunt is so wet. You want it."
My heart slammed against my ribs, my cunt leaking under everyone's hot stares. She nodded to the guy beside us, the one w
