She sits on you face.

Inga picks you up and in one easy motion she throws you onto the bed. Then the leather clad beauty strides towards you.

"I am goink to zit on your vaze," she threatens.

You check your face for pimples.

Nein, Nein, NEIN!" she screams, "I am goink to zit on your vaze."

You look at her dumbly as she slides off first her long leather boots and then her tight leather thong. This leaves black fishnet stockings attached to a black leather basque.

She climbs onto the bed and you try to flee, but she pins you down in a vice like grip. You struggle, but your last sight of the room is Inga's pussy descending on your face, her blonde pubes trimmed with sinister military efficiency.

"Now where are zose veaponz?" your tormentor demands.

"Mmmmff, mmmmff," you reply, running out of air.

Suddenly you remember your training. You lick around her pussy lips until you locate her hard clit... Then you bite it hard.

There is a scream from above and then you hear Inga cry out:

"Ahh! Got im himmel! Zats gut! Zats zo gut!"

Her mighty thighs spasm in pleasure and she nearly crushes your head. Fuck. That wasn't supposed to happen.