Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

Prospero beamed in pleasure at Taylor's jittery outrage. She had an almost girlishly innocent look of bewilderment, which she flipped between him and the drooling Prospero with equal disbelief. Her face was shining from smeared semen, a few creamy droplets still sparkling across her sweat-dappled chest. She was panting soft and fast from exertion and anxiety, sweat coursing across every part of her bronzed body. Her little ass bounced as her knees dug deep in the white sand, her powerful thighs straining to keep her upright. Yet even as her blue eyes burned with clear discomfort, and her lower lip quivered all pink and moist, he marveled at how she continued to press on with the task and fight all reservations for the sake of not making a scene. Such a pliant, obliging girl, Prospero thought, with all the satisfaction of a patriarchal teacher viewing a budding student. He airily ignored her trembling entreaties and still encouraged her further, oozing You are doing perfect Miss Swift! Yes, like that! It is urgent you relieve the pressure. You make a most able handmaiden! Chortling to himself, he began to slowly leave the circle of camera and lights and plod across the sand, shading the remote with his hand. You can hear Caliban is most relieved thanks to your assistance, he shouted cheerfully, relishing every moment. Clearly, you are naturally skilled in handling a man's member! For his part, Caliban's stocky frame was so racked with spasms and convulsions of delight than he could barely remain balanced on the rock. Taylor's awkward attempts to wrap the fur around his bouncy red snake were exciting him to a point that even his bestial urges could barely contain. It was rare for him to be looking down on a woman, especially one who had towered over him so and the sight of her semen-splattered face looking up at him with anxiety was simply beyond his stunted little body's ability to endure. Growling he pulled the fur from her feeble grip and cast it far aside into the crazy surf. He stood - or rather hunched - on the stone over the kneeling Taylor, his giant throbbing phallus hovering like some hideous slug just inches in front of her trembling lips. As she instinctively began to pull back he suddenly came once more, this time delivering a direct load into her parted mouth and unblinking eyes. She reeled backwards, rolling onto her butt in the soft warm sand and reflexively bringing her hands up to wipe the mess away. Hourra ! shouted Prospero. You have done it Miss Swift, you saved him! Caliban sprung down from the rock like a leaping spider, landing with a solid thud next to Taylor. As she struggled to clear the salty, stick mess from her face, he seized her bikini top and pulled it away in a swift jerk. There was the sharp snap of elastic as the cord broke free, and the hirsute troll waved it overhead while hooting in triumph. Taylor's pert little breasts now thrust free and pouting from her sweat-stroked chest, their bright pink nipples standing out against the glare of ivory flesh. Caliban leaped over her with a bounding jump and raced into the surf, turning and waving the bikini top at her in a mocking invitation to chase him. Ooohh la la , purred Prospero, who was now only standing about ten feet away from the struggling topless Taylor. Such a pair of ripe little apples! You know, we French are not as modest as you Americans. We shall do this scene with your pretty, petit boobs in full camera, oui ? Now, go try and get your top back, girl.