Get In My Swamp

by G.M. Fairy

Ah, how does one describe Lawrence Farque?

He’s the heir of the mighty Dual-Lock home security empire,

The worst part about Lawrence would have to be his size. Oh, he’s tall enough, five-foot-eleven. The size of his little friend, though, let’s just say the rumors aren’t true about the correlation from hand to dick size. He has big hands.

I’ve got huge boobs, pornstar lips, and an ass that won’t quit.

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness and the moon and stars overhead provide me with enough light to see a boulder to my right.

I survey my route before climbing down the boulder, hope filling me.

“Aw man, come on! Just let me see her!” Donny tries to match my pace as I make my way back to my cottage.

If I introduce her to a centaur on the first day, her heart might stop.”

“Human women do not like big green ogres with fangs or someone who’s half-man, half-horse. Fuck off, Donny.”

“Donny, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but we are not friends. Stay away from me and

Although we’re in Florida, it’s January, so tonight feels chilly.

“No! That can’t be my first impression! They probably already think I’m your sex slave.” “Aren’t you?”

mocking tone while he steps into his pants on the floor. His ass is two perfect round boulders.