This story from Samson has been read 6 1 6 9 times. Snake man and shark girl Written by Samson , on , genre zoophilia It was a hot night in the dense jungle, Shanna the shark girl wiped the sweat away from her forehead, she usually loved the water but in this case, she could not stand the humidity and not only that but she was in season, she had been looking for days for another shark man but there were none to be found in this hell hole jungle. She only wore green shorts and a small black tank top that felt too right on her. She yawned and began to stretch but as she did so her breasts popped out of her shirt! This only made her lust for a suitable male, even more, had to bear, her nipples were fully erect as she tried her best to put her breasts back into her shirt, she then herd it, there was a strange sound coming from the bushes, Shanna then smelled something in the air, the scent of blood in the air, this drove her crazy with hunger and bloodlust among other things, her instincts then took over, the ripped off her stupid tank top and green shorts then her red thong and dove deep into the bushes to find the source of blood. She found a small pile of meat waiting for her to eat it, she ran towards it but then felt a large scally and wrap around her, a snake man had completely trapped her.
Snake man and shark girl
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Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts? Register here to post. Posted Fri 3rd of December Report. Introduction: First story please comment!! Her Asian background showed in her sexy body, her breasts considerably big for her small, lithe form.
Kelso When Patty first saw the huge snake she couldn't believe it, what was a green anaconda doing in Florida, of all places?? And he was huge, easily feet long! She had been talking a walk; alone as usual, in the local version of a wildlife park bordering the everglade bayous, and had seen the huge reptile as he slithered through some sparse undercover. She loved reptiles, in fact preferred them over people for company, and her house was full of cages and terrariums containing scaly occupants. She was a fully trained herpetologist, and her job at the local joke of a zoo at least paid for her place and the upkeep of her 'children' as she thought of them, for she did truly love them, and they seemed to realize that, always staying calm and apparently happy when she handled them.
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented cocksman I could attract. My voice was hoarse from all of the performances, and my ass was twitching for attention. But it was so open to accommodating what I needed without a whole lot of publicity that it seemed the right place to be. So, long after the sun had gone down, I entered the garden bar dressed in my most fetching low-rise stonewashed jeans and a pair of loafers and showered body and shampooed hair and nothing else other than a friendly smile that had been plastered across numerous music, fashion, and gossip magazine covers.