You're OURS Froggie, Don't move 1C

With the nubile, hot Frogwoman captured, the Lt. made short work of removing her scuba tanks, then her sharkskin dive hood.  Ohhh baby she cooed to herself and smiled. Terry, quick get the door and lock it, Yes Sgt. woofed Terry.  The Lt. smiled greedily as her ravaged the hot, captured Frogwoman with her eyes.  Her tongue licked her lips over and over.  Now she got right into the Frogwoman's face and brought her nose close to the tight, black rubber wetsuit of her prisoner and inhaled the fabric's scent deeply, longingly.  Hera ALMIGHTY There is one thing an Amazon like me loves and that is FROGMEAT -Eh Girls.  Whoo Yaaa Sgt. She's gorgeous chimed Lynn.  Let's make tonight Christmas Sarge and unwrap her outta that wetsuit.  My sentiments exactly Lyn.  Before the prisoner could protest, Sergeant Marissa Taylor had secured the pretty woman's head in her strong hands and began to kiss the diver deeply, passionately and hungrily.  Girls her wetsuit, NOW!  Right away sarge.  No, No whimpered the prisoner.  But Taylor continued her assault on her ripe, pouting lips,  while her Amazon unit and unzipped the womens dive jacked and crotch flap.  Before the Frogwoman could fight them off, each woman now fed on the hot darling. Lyn was smacking her rug while Terry dove in from behind and drove the Frogwoman into Nirvana,  the prisoners heart beat faster and faster and she now parted her legs freely.  Take me Sgt. Taylor she whispered raspily make ME YOURS.  With that the Frogwoman now offered herself up to all the women in this Sappho Unit...