I'm Mia Khalifa, still embarrassed about how it started.
It felt slow as I sat on the white couch in my light green patterned headscarf, black cap and gray top. Using both hands with long white nails I slowly pulled my glasses off with open mouth looking down. The two black men stood on either side with big hard cocks out, one with tattoo making a fist. I felt their heat, my heart racing with nerves and unexpected excitement making my hands shake.
Then at the wooden table with my boyfriend in blue v-neck, I held red mug with both hands, long dark hair down, wearing glasses and purple jacket. He held phone and pen as we talked, I smiled then got serious when he set the phone by green skull cup and papers.
I watched them play on the outdoor basketball court, one in white tank and turquoise shorts dribbling and running, the other in black t-shirt, blue shorts and cap facing him under cloudy sky.
It ended with closeup of my furrowed brows, a tear rolling down my cheek under black glasses with gold logo while guilt and sweat overcame me.