He just wants Shakira
From Torg Adventure
Ben decided to go with his original fantasy for now, but kept the idea of having both singers in the back of his mind. He blinked and Beyonc=E9 vanished. Shakira, done with her cock-throbbing booty shake, turned and brushed her chest on Ben's. She deftly unbuttoned his fly while gazing into his eyes, and then writhed her body down his as she lowered his pants and boxer shorts at the same time.
When she stood up, Ben pushed her shoulders, turning her toward his desk. He held her waist and nudged her shoulder down. "Mmmm, I get the idea. You like my nalga," she said in her scrumptious Columbian accent over her shoulder. Shakira unhooked her skirt wrap and threw it on the bed. Underneath, she was wearing a gold thong that split her ass. The magnificence of her ass, golden-brown skin and smooth muscles, made Ben whimper. The gorgeous pop singer chuckled, "=A1Captur=F3 otro!" She slipped her fingers into the thin strap around her hips and pulled the tiny bit of cloth and string off her body, leaving it at her ankles. She spread her legs as wide as the thong would allow and bent over the desk.
Ben wanted to see her face and made another wish. A mirror appeared in front of her, and she gazed back at him with lust in her eyes. He had also wished for her not to notice the sudden appearance of the mirror as well. Her lips were a wonder when she said, "=A1C=F3jame duro! Fuck me hard!"
Ben caressed her round buttocks as a shiver of pleasure ran through him. His shaft was like iron and pointing straight at his target. He spread her ass cheeks apart, making Shakira moan, and was presented with a dilemma: he could smell her aroused pussy, but he could also see her winking rosebud asshole.
Suddenly, Ben was uncertain of how to proceed.
Which entrance to the Columbian superstar's body does he want?
