God, you’re so open for me - your punished pussy open for my mouth, eager for my tongue, which I give, slowly, up and down. Then push in. Then up an... circle your clit. Then as your hands hold your legs wide, mine hold your lips and I’m fucking you with my tongue, jabbing it in and out, changing the pace, infuriating you with my inconsistent rhythm yet still edging you higher. When my fingers mash your clit, you’re not sure if it’s pain or pleasure but you don’t care, only for whatever is going. I could easily see under the towel and I stared at her pussy. Her labia were engorged with blood and they were just spread a bit open inviting my eyes to look inside her womanhood. There, at the top of her pussy were a few small drops of her wetness making her lips shine in the light. My hands, one on either side of her leg move ever so closer to the light blonde hair that barely covered her pussy. When I got to the top of her leg it didn't make any difference to me any more that she was my. Both of them were swinging their crotches in her general direction. Soon hands began to run up and down her body and I could see that Sarah was enjoying the attention. Then they took turns in holding her while dancing, and getting closer to her. Soon they were both holding her and I could sense that Sarah was a bit panicked as she found herself held tight between two big black men. She struggled but both of them held her fast and the guy in front of her began kissing her.The whole time, the. It was on its side; it looked like it hadgone out of control and rolled over a couple of times. A woman wasstanding by the car in tears, waving her arms frantically.I gave her a quick but careful appraisal. I realized it's instinctualfor me, both as a super-heroine and as a woman. She appeared to be inthe early to mid-twenties. She was wearing a very tight polka dot dress,heels that were at least four inches high, and a LOT of makeup. Her hairwas a really brassy shade of red that had to have.