"How about we start with a nice photo, to remember what you looked like at first?" the latino man suggested, taking the camera a few paces back toward the stairs and leaving Kjerstin and the two blacks standing in front of the door. Kjerstin continued smiling politely, a slightly quizzical expression on her face as she struggled to translate the comment: what does he mean looked like at first? She concluded that he intended to record the moment when they all became friends, and decided that was a very sweet gesture.
Meanwhile, the other two young black men pinned the lovely blonde between them. "Put your arms around us," one of them ordered. "Up on our shoulders, and don't move them from there." The naive Swede obeyed, finding that reaching around their broad torsos and resting her hands against their far shoulders required her to lean forward slightly and somewhat precariously, so that her heavy natural breasts dangled slightly in front of her and exposed alot of cleavage out of her bikini top.
"That's good, now just one more adjustment," the other black guy told her as he used his hand to reach into her bikini cup, lifting her creamy white breast and extracting it from its hiding spot and letting it hang over top of the thin fabric. The other breast followed care of the other man as the teen beauty struggled to express even the mildest protest in English, as the words seemed to entirely disappear from her increasingly nervous brain.
"Yeah, now we gettin' some pictures of ya, white girl," the latino announced, as Kjerstin's big breasts perched enticingly atop the bikini cups, and her fingers trembled slightly as she felt a meaty hand press against her butt.
"Don't you fucking move that hand bitch," she was warned as the blacks posed with their curvy new trophy... and Kjerstin started worrying less about the naked photos of her by the peeping tom in the building, and started worrying alot more about the increasingly explicit photos being generated here at the front door.
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