"Uh, wow!" she said with a low-whistle. "That's . . . surprising!"
Each of the sleeping lugs was tenting their shorts with obvious hard-ons the size of baseball bats, except for one that had a a slightly less long but more wide shaft jutting out like a fire hydrant. In sleep, their rough, dull eyes were closed and Jennifer found herself painfully aware of the shirtless male ogres hard muscles and tall, wide-shouldered frames. Outside of their faces, they weren't actually all THAT ugly . . .
She shook her head violently.
"Jeez, Jennifer, get a grip! You haven't even been on this stupid island two days. You can get laid later when you escape, preferably with a stud who isn't some Leader-engineered moron."
Stalking off to a different part of the beach, she laid down on the said and forced herself to sleep, fighting the urge to touch herself all the while. She slept fitfully, imagining herself in little more than a leopard print bikini and flowers in her hair as the lugs stood around her stark naked, giant cocks throbbing, all for her . . . choosing which one would get the honor of fucking her hot pussy that night.
"Ohhhh. Mmmm. Yes!" she muttered in her fitful sleep.
***
Elsewhere, The Leader smiled, watching through hidden cameras. All was going according to plan.
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