4 . #4
Then Fuscia felt it, an electric jolt of sweet sensation as Jaimie’s tongue tasted Fuscia delicious center.
The muscular woman rocked against her bonds as her body exploded in comets of ecstasy.
Jaimie giggled and continued working her tongue between Fuscia’s legs.
Fuscia was somehow both being worshipped by the other woman and at her mercy, twisting and writhing against her bonds while feeling Jaimie serve her like a goddess.
“Hmmmfff mmmph mm!” Fuscia felt every muscle in her body flex to its limit, but Jaimie’s tongue didn’t cease the wonders it was working between her legs.
Fuscia was transcending, achieving the godhood she so rightfully deserved.
Her orgasmic convulsions were shaking the bed so hard she noticed Taneth’s phone fall off of the side table, but in her rapture Fuscia didn’t care.
Finally, the orgasm came in a spasmodic, rippling wave.
The bounty hunter tore at her restraints, thinking that she might rip the bed apart she was shaking so hard.
“Hrrrmm… mmmmm…. Ggmm…” She grunted, her naked body now covered in sweat.
Jaimie sat up, licked her lips, and smiled down at the bound woman.
“See? Wasn’t that wonderful.”
“Umm hmm…” Fuscia nodded in agreement.
“Now it’s my turn!” Jaimie hopped off the bed and began making her way over to the post where Fuscia’s wrist was secured.
“Umm hmm! Umm hmm!” Fuscia nodded enthusiastically.
Fuscia leaned her head back and did her best to smile despite the gag in her mouth. It was going to work out perfectly, she had a great orgasm, then would tie up the unsuspecting Jaimie, knock her out, pack her up, and then go get her sister.
Jaimie’s foot hit something, and the naked woman looked down to see Taneth’s phone lying on the ground.
“Oh whoops!” Jaimie giggled and picked the phone up.
“Nnnoh! Ummm uhhh!” Fuscia protested and shook her head.
Knowing that Taneth didn’t have a lock code on the phone, if Jaimie unlocked it and saw something that would set off alarm bells…
Jaimie stared at the phone for a moment and then Fuscia heard a click as the phone unlocked.
“Nnnno! Nnnmph!” Fuscia shook her head even more furiously.
Jaimie furrowed her brow and stared at the phone, and Fuscia realized that when it locked, the first thing the wanted woman saw was the dossier’s of her and her sister…
“Urrggghh gggghmmm…” Fuscia grunted and flexed, trying to break the restraints that held her.
Jaimie continued looking at the phone, her face growing more and more alarmed.
“Hrrgggh ghmmm!” Fuscia grunted and flexed again.
“Did you know about this?” Jaimie held the phone out to Fuscia.
“Ummm uhhh! Umm uhh!” Fuscia shook her head.
Jaimie clearly wasn’t convinced, and set the phone down, then stepped around the bed to the various restraints on the floor.
“Nnnooo! Nnnnnoh!” Fuscia pleaded and once again pulled at her restraints.
Jaimie looked at the ridiculously large suitcases and a realization dawned on her face.
“Ummm hmm! Mmmmph!” Fusica continued to plead.
Jaimie looked over at Fuscia.
“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” Her face was stern, like a disappointed parent.
“Nnnnmmo! Pssfff lsssnn!” Fuscia pleaded through the gag.
“I think you have, and bad girls get punished.” Jaimie wagged a finger at Fuscia.
“Ummm cnnhhmm oohnnn! Nnnph!” Fuscia pulled at her restraints again.
“Very, very naughty…” Jaimie crawled up onto the bed and towards Fuscia.
“Hmmmpph! Nnnp!” Fuscia cried as Jaimie stalked towards her.
The roles had reversed, now Jaime was the predator, and Fuscia was the prey. Jaimie stopped, looming over Fuscia as the gagged bounty hunter still attempted to free herself.
“Ummm hmmph! Nnno!” Fuscia pleaded through her gag.
“Many people used to beg me to punish them like this, but for you, it will be a little different.” Jaimie had lost the playful, carefree expression on her face, and now looked deathly serious.
“Nnnoh! Uggg ghmm!” Fuscia continued to plead.
Then Jaimie stood and turned around so that her bare, thick bottom hovered directly over Fuscia’s face. The bounty hunter’s eyes went wide. Whatever the other woman had in store, it couldn’t be good.
“Hllmmph! Hhhllpp! Hhllmmmph mhh!” Fuscia cried, not caring that she had been reduced to utter helplessness and crying for help like a damsel in distress.
Then Jaimie sat down, burying Fuscia’s face in the crack of her behind.
“Hhhhhllp! Hlll-bbbmm!” Fuscia’s muffled cries were reduced to low blubbers as Jaimie’s ass eclipsed the bounty hunter's face.
“Hfffmmbbbb mmmbbbb!” Fuscia cried, twisting and writhing as Jaimie exerted the full weight of her behind onto Fuscia.
“Hmbbbbb mmmbbb bbbmmm…” Fuscia continued to struggle.
“hgggg ghhm…” Her blubbers turned to gasps as Jaimie’s rear end cut off the bounty hunter’s air.
Fuscia’s struggles became more desperate as she tried to gasp for air, but Jaimie only pressed harder.
“Hrrrggg bbbmm…” Fuscia grunted, her lungs burning, crying for air.
Her struggles were slowing, and Fuscia could feel her arms growing weak, and her legs tiring.
“Hmmm bbmm…” Fuscia moaned.
Then the darkness took her.