Vore revenge of the cowgirl - Smerald
In a dimly-lit saloon, Smerald, clad in her iconic cowgirl attire, sauntered up to the bar. Her emerald eyes gleamed with a mischievous fire as she fixed her gaze on the man seated at the counter. He looked up hesitantly, his heart already racing in his chest.
She leaned forward, her breasts grazing the worn wood of the bar. "You don't know what you've done, do you?" she purred, her southern drawl thick with venom. The man shook his head, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously.
"Well, let me enlighten you," Smerald drawled, her grin widening. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a chair and plopped down, her long legs stretching out before her. "You see, you hurt my pride. And when that happens, I don't just let it go."
Her words sent shivers down the man's spine. He couldn't remember what he'd done to anger her, but he knew better than to ask. He watched as she stood up, her body swaying hypnotically.
"Come with me," she commanded, her voice now cold steel. He meekly followed her out of the saloon, his mind racing with fear and anticipation. They walked in silence until they reached a secluded clearing in the woods.
Smerald turned to face him, her eyes blazing with determination. "Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice a low growl. The man hesitated for a moment before beginning to shed his clothes, his hands shaking.
As soon as he was naked, she lunged at him, her hands wrapping around his waist. With a powerful heave, she lifted him off the ground, his feet dangling helplessly. His heart pounded in his chest as he felt himself being drawn closer to her.
"You're going to enjoy this," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. And with that, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole.
The man screamed as he felt himself slide down her throat, the warm, milky fluid coating his body. But even as he struggled to escape, he couldn't deny the thrill coursing through him. He was at the mercy of Smerald, and she was going to take him to places he'd never imagined.
