A confident and stronger-looking Colleen drove up the dusty road to the clearing by the swamp she had been thinking of since the first day she left it. XXNX unnng!! …By fucking. …turtle!!! The grotesque piece was possibly 17″ long, hideously deformed. Her mouth wide open, gulping air. Having had the concentrated fluids of many of the swamp’s denizens directly pumped into her today, she now was pushed over the biological edge. As if to answer the unspoken thought, Emily brought her incredible tongue down, lapping at the juicy folds of the woman’s cunt, eliciting a satisfied groan from Colleen. Emily sat straight up and rotated her hips around, grinding down on her new lover’s face, wanting to cum more than she had ever before in her life. Oh!” Colleen spat through clenched teeth. “Do take contact precautions and wear a gown, gloves and a filtration mask. As they sat silently facing one another, Colleen smiled weakly at first and quickly seemed to regain her strength. Colleen just grinned and wiped her face and chest with a handy towel and remarked,
“Told you this was powerful stuff, doc!”
“Er, yes, well, I see…”stuttered the stodgy older professor, staring unashamedly at the fantastic site before him.
