He kisses down my tummy and lays me on my back. God, I love his hands, and I want his body all over mine. As his lips approach my pelvis, I feel his c...in touch my bush, and I can't hold back the shiver. I'm throbbing like crazy now, and I'm sure I've made a mess of the sheets already. Soon his tongue finds my pussy, and he kisses me over and over and over. I speak my first words to him and ask him to suck on my clit. He pretends he can't hear me though, clearly wanting to make me suffer for. Usually the kidnapper checks if his victims are still alive, so I figured that this was the case. Behind his back a small ray of light was still visible and it looked like sun, so I realized it was still daytime, as I remember being kidnapped at that time. So not a long time has passed since then. Although there wasn’t much light, it was enough to make out the silhouette of the kidnapper. What I saw made the blood in my veins turn cold. The guy was tall, a bit less than two meters, but he was. She could feel the firmness of my tool resting within the pleat of her buttocks moaning and positioning herself for reception. Further resisting the erotic tendency my tongue found the back of her neck once again following the route of her spine and finally resting between both anals of her cavities. Coming to her knees I began to taste of her sweet but hypnotic juices. Overwhelmed with excitement I began to leak. As she forced herself against me I could hear her pant mixed with smooth. "Come in, Alan, lunch is ready, put your things here and follow me. You know where the kitchen is, after all, these places are all the same."I did follow her into the kitchen, rather admiring the scene, Ivy was a slender woman, her hair was nice, glossy, and the style framed her pretty face perfectly.Her figure seemed quite nice, especially from behind. Her butt was good and round and from what I'd seen she had nice-sized boobs. So, we had lunch and then she asked me how I wanted to.