Kenley was a preacher’s daughter and the epitome of what one would call, a ‘good girl’. However, she had them fooled. Men strove to keep up with her voracious sexual appetite. When one didn’t do the job as well as she liked she moved on or had them both until she was screaming in orgasm and flooding their beds with her nectar.  She was the poster child for promiscuity and loved every second of the carnal pleasure she’d come to crave. The black invite arrived at the perfect time and she couldn’t pass it up. Cocks, and plenty of them to be available, she licked her thin pink lips at the thought. Tossing together a bag of all the lingerie her silver rolling suitcase could handle she was soon on her way.<br/><br/>Black corset propped her overflowing bosom up; the simple jeans she wore were tight and showed off her spectacular ass. The stilettos on her feet rivaled those of a stripper but she walked like a pro in them, could even dance if given a good beat. Sauntering up the walk, she shook her head, blonde hair moving across her face as her blue eyes landed on the male and female at the door. “Newbies just open the door and walk in... I highly doubt anyone really expects us to use manners at Fuckfest.” She reached between them smiling and gave the heavy door a shove. “Hard cocks await us, and wet pussies, if you’re into those.” She crinkled her nose a bit, girls weren’t her thing but everyone had a kink or twelve. “I'm Kenley, welcome to Fuckfest!” she tilted her head at the open door; she could push them out of the way and enter or just follow the crowd. She could be patient, for now.