I know that you must be thinking why I wouldn’t choose a family member, but this being a fantasy about survival, just like me, none of my family mem...ers would be worth a dime.As we ate our sandwiches one morning at school, Dixon asked me if I would like to join him on one of his outings that weekend. Although I wasn’t really into roughing it, I simply couldn’t refuse. Dixon promised me that he would only expose me one night of roughing it in the outdoors and resultantly, we would spend the. Hands free. "Fuck!" I sucked in a hissing breath, both of my hands finding themselves tangled in her flaming-red hair. I watched her, witnessing every inch of my cock vanishing behind her cock-hungry lips, her needy moans and soft slurps becoming music to my ears. "Mhm . . ." I moaned. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm, and I tied her hair up in my palm, not wanting to obscure my perfect view. "Fuck yes," I said quietly, rearing my head back, gazing up into the ceiling. "Fuck yes,. Lips and tongue made their way, then, downward. Without thought, she spread her legs giving easier access. The lips, however, were teasing. They wandered around always extremely close to, but never quite touching that one particular spot that would send shivers through her body. Her body responded, though. She pushed her hips forward, almost grinding into the mouth that was caressing her in oh so tantalizing a manner. She felt a smooth cheek touch the inside of her thigh just before the lips. Her moaning lips vibrated my pussy. I gasped and shuddered. My back arched. The pleasure erupted through me. I bucked and writhed, the bedsprings squeaking beneath my thrashing body as our sex slave devoured my pussy and the juices gushing into her mouth. Thats it, I gasped as the pleasure rippled through my body. Keep apologizing with that naughty mouth. Mmm, yes. Dont you ever stop apologizing. Oh, fuck, yes. Keep licking me. Keep making me cum, slave. Dont stop! growled Frank. Crack! Donna.