She flips and straddles the mechanic's face

“Top for Sado Maso! Don't let him take the lead. Thieves deserves to be on the bottom.”

Target >=20, d100+7=48, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Cara Soft Corruption 8, Willpower 5

As hot as the touch of hands on every inch of her bare skin feels, Cara’s martial arts training takes over. She grabs Rico’s arm groping her breasts and swings him over her shoulder, leveraging his weight to bring him down in a hard landing on the rocky outcropping.

Before he can catch his breath, Cara straddles his face and brings her soft, sweaty, recently whipped, sensitive pussy down on Rico’s moustache. “Uh uh. All you local guys are sluts that only want one thing. Now eat it.”

She is feeling her own need despite Rico’s recalcitrance. Cara reaches into Rico’s jeans and grabs his meatstick for extra motivation, and then she squeezes her sensuous thighs around Rico’s head until he relents and she can feel his tongue spell out his surrender.

She relaxes her straddle, luxuriating in Rico’s tongue traversing her slit. She rides the moustache, letting the tongue travel top to bottom and bottom to top, delivering her feminine essence to the ruffian’s tongue. She beats his meat slowly, more to keep the pace as the she rides, to ease Rico into the necessary submission and service to her hot, wet, soft altar.

Minutes lose all meaning until she is not seeing the jungle but only the glow of pleasure. Her grip on Rico’s dick tightens. His tongue is striking her clit again, again, again. She is in a land of ecstacy, gushing, swept away in her orgasm. It feels so fucking good.

When she regains clarity mid-straddle, Rico’s jizz is spilled over her fist, Rico’s moustache is saturated with her juices, her motorbike is upright in the bed of the pickup, the golden jaguar amulet is nestled in her bare cleavage, and Cletus has just burst into the clearing.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Cara.