Able to breathe freely, Mariam looked around her, realising again the situation she was in with a cold shudder. How had she become so distracted, so hungry for the taste of his c**k?
The thought of escape flitted across her mind and she began to fight against her restraints anew, but the tight burn on her wrists and ankles told her it was hopeless -- and not only that. Mariam swallowed noisily at the realisation that, deep down, she didn't want to escape. The feeling of his fullness in her mouth had met some of the primal longing she felt in the pit of her stomach, that she felt so often in her dreams and in her early morning sessions of desperate self-pleasure.
Once again, Mariam's mind went blank as the hot sensation of his tongue on her p***y shot through her. This time he focused on
