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"God my head hurts." My eyes open and things slowly come into focus. A woman stands before me. Her hair was long and blacker than the night sky on the new moon. Those eyes, like sapphires, could steal a soul. Her skin was the color of caramel, and probably tasted like it as well.
"Easy, you are hurt pretty bad." Her voice was like that of angel come down from heaven. "What do you remember?"
Looking around I see I am in a makeshift hut of some kind. Tall leaves make up the walls and ceiling. Sand is everywhere. I am swinging gently in a... hammock. "I remember... being on a... boat." Confusion sets in. "This is not right, where am I?"
"You are on an island, safe." Her lips, so red and delicious looking. "What else do you remember?"
"Panic, chaos, the boat. The boat was sinking." Instantly I sit straight up. Pain coursed through my abdomen. Looking down I am wrapped in a blood stained cloth. I feel a hand on my chest, pushing me back down.
"Calm down. You need to rest so you can heal."
"How long have I been here?" I grunt out in pain.
"Three days. You must be hungry. Here, eat." She held out a piece of meat.
I ate the meat. It tasted horrible, but I was very hungry.
After eating she told me what happened. The boat started sinking, quickly. She was not sure as to the cause. Managing to find a piece of floating wood she swan over a mile to a patch of land off in the distance. There was no time to deploy life boats. Many drowned and sharks had their fill that day. Once she made it to shore she began to look for any survivors who may have washed ashore. Of everyone she found only six were alive, four died later and one was still unconscious. The more she talked the harder I got.
"So we are stranded on an island? And you are my savior? I suppose that means I owe you my life?" An evil smirk came across her face.
"Don't say things you do not mean." She laughed a little.
"I am serious. You saved me. We are on an island. There is no way I can repay you. I owe you my life." I was serious I did owe her my life.
"Say you owe me one more time I will take you up on that." I could tell she was serious.
"I owe you my life. Anything you need, if I can do it will be done." I had no idea what I agreed to.
"In that case." She raised her skirt and straddled my face. "Eat my pussy, bitch"
The smell was strong and amazing. Her lips were already dripping wet. I was not sure how to take this. I did not think she would do this. 'I owe you my life' is only an expression and she was taking it seriously. But damn, her wetness looked tasty.
I wrapped my arms around her thighs and began to eat this strange woman's pussy. I knew nothing about her, but apparently I belonged to her now. Her pussy tasted better than I imagined. I've never had anything like it before. So sweet.
She grabbed me by the hair pulling me in closer to the wet deliciousness. "God you are good. I have not had anyone down there in months. I think we are going to be just fine here on this island."
She began to slide her pelvis up and down my face, smearing her juices all over me. "That's good bitch. Don't stop, Mommy is about to cum." Her grip on my hair tightened as she smothered me with her wet cunt. Unable to breath I did everything I could to make her cum. I had a firm belief she was not going to let me breathe until she had her fill. "OH GOD YESSS!" Thrusting and growling she unleashed a waterfall onto my face. I choked, afraid I might drown.
