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The
top of my head felt cold. “We should go back.”
“Hold your breath, Lena,” he rasped.
“Okay. Ready.”
He grasped me, dragging me under, as we
darted through the tunnel that emerged into the heated chamber.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He lifted me from the water, setting
me on the rocky edge; my legs were pointed in his direction.
“Pretty pussy.”
“Pooky!”
“Pooky hungry,” he growled. His eyes twinkled
mischievously.
Just thinking about that long, slinky tongue
was enough to make me shiver. I laid back, offering myself to him
while he separated my thighs. His heated breath hovered over my
mound, while the tip of his tongue touched me. The wetness of the
treatment was bliss, and, once he had begun to move in earnest, he
pushed against the nub of my clit. He drove inward then, spearing
me with every inch of his flesh, while my eyes rolled to the back
of my head. His thumb drew circles around my clitoris at the same
time. These apes knew exactly how to please a woman. Buried to the
hilt, he rubbed against something incredibly stimulating.
“Ooohh…Pooky…”
I grasped at his scalp, feeling matted and
silky fur, while thrusting my butt off the rock, wanting him to
fuck me deeper. His face was hidden in my pussy, his eyes were
closed, and that tongue continued to prod against my G-spot with
almost laser accuracy.
“Oh, my…ooohhh…”
He wouldn’t let up for a second, which was
astonishing, and, as he continued to lave, I felt the impending
orgasm gathering up the energy to overwhelm me. He seemed to want
this to happen because he was determined to pleasure me to bliss,
sliding in ever deeper, encouraging a sensual response from my
womanhood. I flung my head back, hitting the rock.
“Ouch! Oh, fuck! Omigod! Pooky!”
I was done for. My entire body strained, my
hips thrusting upwards, and my head throbbed from the injury it had
sustained, but the pleasure made the pain worth it. The most
enormous orgasm ripped through my system, as I convulsed
helplessly, my breasts jiggling from the violent thrashing of my
body.
“Ooohhh…”
Waves of heavenly torment continued, while my
ears rang. I slowly descended from the erotic pinnacle, my body
buzzing with the aftereffects.
“Good, Lena.”
“Oh, no…Pooky is the good one. Oh, wow.”
“You like my tongue?”
I glanced at him. “Yes.”
He climbed out of the water, fluid pouring
from his pelt. His cock was fully extended, thrusting out before
him. He shook himself like a dog after a bath, a shower of water
flung into the air. His formidable looking penis was in his hands;
the rounded tip massaged expertly. It was always mildly shocking to
see their anatomy entirely erect, mostly because the length and
thickness was impressive.
He sat next to me, his eyes glinting in a
lustful light. “A present for Lena.” He grinned broadly.
It was impossible not to be charmed by this
creature, even if I wanted to hate him for dragging me away from
civilization. “What do you want me to do with it?”
His smile was even bigger now. “Suck
Pooky.”
“Oh, I bet.” He grunted enthusiastically,
lying on his back, while holding his cock. The object looked like a
rocket. “It sure is big.”
“Gggrroooaaaarrr…”
“Oh, okay. I guess I could suck it…a
little.”
If my friends could only see me now…
A thin stream of clear fluid ran down the
sides, gathering in his fur, while the shaft throbbed and jerked. I
closed my lips over the tip, sucking gently. He tasted incredibly
salty, with a hint of musk. Leaning over him, I worked in earnest,
taking it as far into my mouth as I could without choking. He
groaned from the treatment, his belly rising and falling with each
breath. I nibbled around the edges, while his grunts of
satisfaction echoed.
“Good…good…good, Lena.”
I ate him leisurely, alternating between
sucking and licking, but always manipulating him either with my
hands or tongue or lips. For variety, I grasped
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