You do as she says

There is part of you that feels that as the man you should be taking control, but Amala is so confident and demanding, it is impossible for you to you to resist. Your nose is pressed firmly against the dark curls of her pubic hair and her dripping sex is grinding against your mouth. The exotic earthy scent of her womanhood drives you mad with need, and in spite of the way she is dominating you, you no longer care and turn your attention to serving her as best you can.

"Good boy, John. Lick my nasty cunny. Lick me 'til I cum." Her grip in your hair tightens and she leans forward putting even more weight on your face. Your hands clutch at her thighs trying to make enough space to breath and she moans out in satisfaction as your tongue laps away at her pussy. You've never experienced anything this good in your life. You've eaten out your high school girlfriend, but you had her on her back and you could control the pace and stop whenever you wanted; you have no power at all there would be no stopping until Amala said so, and in a way it was even sexier this way. Her juices are as exotic and spicy as her golden skin and you take the time to lick them up so as not to waste a drop.

"Damn it, John, don't stop licking that clit!" You can feel the captain's wife arch upwards as every muscle in her body tenses. "Lick your mistress, lick her just like that and don't stop 'till I tell you to." She's going to cum. You can tell and you pick up the pace even more, ignoring the pain from where the back of your head is being pushed against the stone beneath you.

As awful as it might seem to be shipwrecked on this desert island, and have your only companion fucking your face like this, you just don't care. You almost wish that you never get rescued. When you ease your finger into her sex just below where your tongue is lapping away, you sense that you've found the perfect combination. You can no longer understand what she's saying, but there is no mistaking the way her hands are pulling you tightly against her as she grinds her pelvis back against your probing tongue.

"Yessss!" Her climax comes as a yell of triumph, and you can feel her inner muscles tighten around your finger as a sudden flush of juices coat your lips and chin. Only after the last twitch of her legs does she release your head and swings her leg off your face. When she sees the unmistakable tent in your pants she chuckles softly. After the experience of laying with Amala on the hammock last night and this glorious moment in the afternoon sun, you want nothing more than to ease your cock into her and fill her completely, but you don't dare do anything without her permission.