The Jungle - Part 3

Cut your way through green hell and the prize is naked skin under beaded head dresses. Fuck deep in the humid dark like every thrust keeps the predators off your back. Crown jewels made of feathers shake with every brutal stroke while you chase another orgasm like your last breath on earth. When your hips slam home the fringe dances, when they moan the vines seem to vibrate with it too. Real surviving bullshit turned into wet slaps and desperate grabbing. Taste sweat on their collarbone, feel painted lips against your ear growling for harder, faster, deeper, right the fuck now.