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The Jungle Man
🕑 Added 2025-03-06 11:16:37 +0000 UTCThe jungle thrummed with life, its humid embrace wrapping around Jane Porter as she knelt on the soft earth. Her tattered blouse clung to her damp skin, accentuating her curves, while sweat glistened on her pale neck. Nearby, Tarzan crouched, his powerful frame catching the sunlight filtering through the canopy. His dark eyes, a blend of innocence and wild instinct, tracked her every move, curiosity sparking in their depths.
Moments earlier, Jane had ventured beyond her refined English roots. Her trembling hands had pushed aside his loincloth, and her lips had explored him—tentative at first, then with growing confidence. She’d savored his earthy warmth, coaxing him to hardness with soft, determined strokes of her tongue. Tarzan’s breath had hitched, a ragged gasp escaping him as he hovered between confusion and awe, his arousal now evident beneath the scant fabric.
Emboldened, Jane rose to her feet, her voice low and commanding. “Lie down,” she murmured, her accent lilting through the still air. Tarzan tilted his head, intrigued, then complied, stretching his muscular body across the moss. His chest rose and fell, a sheen of sweat highlighting every ridge of sinew as he watched her, waiting.
With a flick of her wrists, Jane shed her skirt, the fabric pooling at her feet. She stepped closer, her pulse racing as she placed one delicate foot on his muscular thigh. The heat of his skin seeped into her sole, a stark contrast to her softness, and a thrill surged through her. Tarzan’s eyes widened, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he drank in her boldness, his hands twitching with uncertainty.
Straddling him, Jane positioned herself above his straining length. Her fingers brushed against him, guiding him with care, and then she sank down, squatting slowly onto his thick shaft. A sharp moan slipped past her lips as he filled her, stretching her in a way that sent shivers up her spine. Tarzan’s hands found her hips, his grip instinctive yet gentle, anchoring her as she settled fully against him.
“Oh, Tarzan,” she breathed, her voice a sultry whisper blending with the jungle’s distant chorus. She began to move, rocking her hips in a rhythm that felt both foreign and natural. The slick heat between them built, her gasps flowing into the air as Tarzan’s breath grew jagged. His hips shifted beneath her, responding to her lead, and his fingers tightened, learning her pace with a mix of fascination and need.
Jane’s head tipped back, chestnut hair spilling over her shoulders as pleasure coursed through her. Tarzan growled again, deeper this time, his innocence unraveling into raw desire. The jungle faded around them, leaving only the connection of their bodies—her daring exploration melding with his primal strength, driving them both toward an ecstasy as wild as the world they shared.
Comments
SPARK352
So deliciously naughty 🥰
SPARK352
Oh yes, I want more 😉😛
