Predator

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His hard part thrust deep, piercing her cervix with a single motion.

Trying to fuck her cervix, her vagina distorted, her red lips turning outward, her entrance producing wet sounds, clenching around him. Each thrust brought out more tender flesh, only to be pushed back in with the next.

Liam rubbed her clitoris, feeling her ability to endure increase slightly since her defloration yesterday, deciding to let loose. He thrust with abandon, his long shaft spreading her tender flesh, leaving no space, her delicate entrance stretched to its limit by his hardened head.

The sound of their bodies slapping together and the squelching of her juices were loud, resonating in the vast savanna, mixed with her soft whimpers.

Amelia's legs went numb from Liam's thrusts. Her juices covered his groin, spilling into the river, where fish eagerly swallowed it.

The scent of her arousal, carried by the river, spread far, signaling her heat to the wild animals of Tsavo—

Baboons, eyeing the gun on Liam's back, had been watching for a while. Seeing him focused solely on having sex, they cautiously emerged from the dense bushes.

Their human-like eyes flickered, taking tentative steps until they reached the water's edge, their olive-green fur glistening.

They watched Liam's hands alternately kneading Amelia's breasts, the smaller baboons' butts becoming redder, emitting desperate cries and raising their rumps—East African baboons typically have a 15-20 day mating period before estrus, during which they can mate with multiple males.

The commotion on the riverbank didn't escape Liam's notice. He turned Amelia's face towards the baboons, her chin gripped in his hand. "Look, those beasts are imitating us."

Male baboons, being larger, usually pin the female down during copulation, nearly suffocating her. But now, seeing the couple in the river, they had a new idea—

The male baboons lifted the females, exposing their red, swollen genitalia completely, their members thrusting in as they emitted excited cries.

It was the evolved humans who knew how to play—this position fully opened the female's entrance, eliminating the need to bite her neck, forcing her to passively accept the thrusts.

The baboons fucked wildly, the females nearly bending over from the intensity, gradually getting the hang of it, daringly calling out to the mating couple in the water.

"Challenging me?" Liam raised an eyebrow, his large, umbrella-shaped head pressing against her tender lips, thrusting with abandon. More fluids splattered from her entrance, soaking her pubic hair. Each thrust drove her to the brink, making her scream in climax.

By now, Amelia realized that Liam's talk of Nile crocodiles lurking in the river was just an excuse to have his way with her.

"Liar!"

"I told you, never believe what a man says to get into bed." Liam looked disdainfully at the baboons, still thrusting hard. He had no mercy for her recently ejaculated pussy.

Whether it was physical strength, skill, or brutal slaughter, it was just as he had said—

"The most dangerous predator is fucking you."