Blinking several times, I saw Ashley's light blonde hair poised over my crotch and watched her tongue darting into my pussy. I gasped involuntarily as...my body was overtaken by an immense orgasm. Unwilling to move, I lay there spread eagle watching her tongue tease my pussy and taste my nectar, enjoying the moments. Reaching out with my hands, I lifted the blonde head from my crotch, revealing Ashley's face covered in my cum as she smiled and licked her lips and mouth. Startled now, realizing. Perhaps most of all, I missed how we both were able to indulge our deepest, most secret desires for all the smells and tastes of each other’s bodies. Increasingly, my mind was also drawn back to the naughty, kinkier things he did to me — how hard I came as he devoured my pussy while his soapy index finger invaded my rear under the pretext of cleaning me, and how wickedly divine it felt when he attempted to kiss me back there. Despite the instinctual shame I felt in realizing we had an audience. I was being held down. Torches were being shone into my face. Black faces were staring at me. A human in uniform said Doctor Samantha Roberts, you are under arrest for the murder of Clint Osgood. You will be taken to Goma, to stand trial. Then someone said. Fuck that. Numo. Youve done your job. We can get money for her. Piss off. My mouth is gagged, and my wrists and ankles are bound with rope. I am raised bodily above about six men who carry me down the mountain. We got to a track. I was. Jessica grabbed the back of her knees pulling them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her impending orgasm. She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue as she came. Jessica sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down my chest until she engulfed my cock. She started licking around my mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself. She started fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught up in her wildness. All.