Nymphomaniac Asylum Escapee

You realize too late that the discarded clothing is a mental institution uniform. The woman who emerges from the steamy bathroom is quite a sight. Still sheened with the shower, she's tall and voluptuous in the **** with shoulder-length red hair. She looks to you and grins wild, giggling and showing every sign of **** sexual arousal. Then she jumps onto the bed, draping her freshly scrubbed very full-figured body over you.

"Goodie," she says, "you're awake. It's no fun playing with a boy whose asleep."

"Uh...hi?" you say, "Who are you and where am I?"

"Oh yeah," she says, her fingers already starting to trail your helpless body, "you probobly don't remember. I'm Jill and I just broke outa the asylum. Didn't wanna go back and I needed a hostage...so that's why you're here...mostly."

"Mostly?" you say nervously as Jill giggles and starts nuzzling your neck and reaching down your chest toward your throbbing dick.

"I been a long time without getting to play around with a cute boy," Jill purrs, "kissing him, getting my big titties grabbed and sucked on, sucking on his big dick and riding it all night. So, now I've got you here all to myself I can't pass it up. Oh...my fucking god!"

Jill has just found your oversized permanent hardon and seems impressed. She clears everthing away to stare at it for a moment...then she starts stroking you.

"Wow," Jill whispers, beginning to place kisses all over it, "big...and hard...and hot. Mmmmm...I wanna stuff this down my throat and up my pussy and up my ass all...night...long..."