“That’s a bull gator and it’s mating season; that dog could be lunch.”
Finally, a teen boy took action and picked up the dog and they backed away. It was too loud to talk without screaming. Slowly for about the first forty yards, then she hit the gas. He kissed her mouth as his dick dangled, teasing her hairy cunt. He moved on top of her, and he slapped a large mosquito that had just bitten him on the ass. “What was that?” Luther asked. It was early evening and the sun was starting its descent. Very impressive.”
“Thanks,” she said, blushing. “For God’s sake, get that dog away from here!” a sharp, female voice cried out. He ate and sucked and licked her, and she banged him with all her might until her swampwater overflowed. Fifty yards ahead he saw a group of people on the bank at the water’s edge, excitedly focused on something, and a small dog was barking and shrieking its head off. Luther was a city boy, raised in the suburbs, so this was
