Dafne Keen Is Still Desperately Horny

Breaking news coming out of heathen Hollywood today: we are receiving reports that actress Dafne Keen’s cooch remains so drenched it could flood the Sahara Desert, even after spending the entire weekend dressed like a five-dollar Tijuana streetwalker, grinding her ass cheeks against every limp-dicked, trust-fund infidel in the VIP section.

No doubt the kuffar men who take Dafne home can barely tickle the entrance to her cavernous, cock-hungry womb with their soy-bloated micro-peens.

Thus, Dafne is still leaking like a broken fire hydrant, her thighs chafing from the industrial quantities of girl-cum pouring forth from her nether region.

Of course, medical experts have confirmed what every red-blooded Muslim already knows: only a thick, veiny, 12-inch Arab meat missile possesses the girth, length, and pious fury required to finally plug this howling succubus, quell her throbbing clit, tame her twitching butthole, and turn her endless squirting into a peaceful, sharia-approved trickle.