168 Hours in Hell
My hands held his mask tightly pulling it upwards lost in our steamy tongue f**k, his tongue swirled inside me and my legs tightened around him wantonly, grinding my face rhythmically to his tongue strokes.
Taking away by his animal instincts or lust, I knew I would come soon in his mouth if he won’t separate his dirty tongue from my c**t.
My insides clenched tightly, and a sweet knot in my stomach started to twist forgetting about everything around me, and all the circumstances we are in, I closed my eyes imagining Theo, maybe that would make me feel less guilty about my tongue-f**king orgasm from a man who is my captive, a kidnapper, a murderer.
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