It was unbelievably hot everywhere it landed. I could taste some of it on my lips. Only Tiffany can make me cum like this. We both froze for a few m...inutes as our orgasms subsided. I pushed my body up into a sitting position in her lap. She reached out her arms and pulled me into a hug and kissed my lips with hers. Then she began to lick my lips and chin as she said, “I can taste your cum, Sweetie. That was so quick and intense. I hope you don’t mind that I came inside you. I never. I pulled him to me but Rahul did not come. I was surprised.He pushed me to sit on the cot with legs hanging down. Spreading my legs he sat on the floor and pushed his tongue in to my vagina lapping all along and deeper and deeper. Within few strokes my whole body shook vigorously with unbearable orgasm. I held his hair for support and locked his head with my legs and pulled deeper. Slowly I bent backward on to the bed leaving my lower body for his ministrations. Licking my clitoris his raised. The slapping might go on for several minutes--until the victim'sbelly had turned hot pink. Then the flushed, humiliated and sore victim wouldbe released from captivity. Sometimes he would go off in a huff, maybe evencrying. Sometimes he would join with the rest of the mob in spontaneously assaultinganother victim. Interestingly, I can't remember parents ever being told aboutthe pink belly assaults, as if we all knew it was somehow shameful and forbiddenand not to be talked about; very much like. A super stud. An ape to put all human males to shame. What the hell had she been missing all her life that she had found in his arms?And why was she lying here now dreaming about it when she should be planning her escape? Survival was possible in the jungle. If only she could keep a clear head about it.There were shoes to be fashioned out of the broad palm leaves. She would work them together by splitting the vines into tiny rope strings. There would be food to be gathered. But first of all,.