“Ok, World Cup sweepstake! Each choose four teams, one from each pool!”

Sara recalled Hugo’s big penis slamming into her from behind, sweat dripping from her brow onto the pillow…”Spain, please!”

The memory of riding Holger’s cock, one palm on his chest and one massaging her own breast, surfaced…”Austria, please!”

She visualised Scott writhing helplessly on his back as she sucked his cock… ”Scotland, please!”

Oh, she was in trouble now, though. Iraq? No. Haiti? No. Bosnia and Herzegovina? Come on!

Wait! That night at college, when her neighbour complained about the screaming. What was his name?

Hamza!

“Turkey, please!”