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The Crypt - Deeper Underground
(Kelly Addams)

"Oh my God this is crazy." she cried as she changed tack and began to hammer her fists on the top of the zombie reptiles head. Trying to hold the monster down was futile, the tail was too strong, and even when she managed to keep the head pinned down the tail shifted the bandage wrapped body.

The jaws released for a split second, and taken my complete surprise Sara missed her chance to pull free.

With a loud snap Sara felt her bean crushed again and despite the seriousness of her predicament she threw back her head and wailed as a massive climax thundered through her body forcing muscles to spasm and contract. Her clit stretched as her knees turned to jelly, she came again sending a fountain of crystal clear ejaculate into the desiccated mouth.

It was probably that sudden jet of nectar that saved Sara's clit, because just as the powerful tail thrashed forcing the rear half of the crocodile from the table, Sara's squirt splashed into the clamped maw, the crocodile reacted by attempting to get a stronger grip. For less than a second it eased the pressure, and as her cum acted as a lubricant her crushed meat stick was ripped painfully from between slippery jaws.

Sara fell onto her back ignoring the bandage bound reptile as it crashed to the floor. Her hands clasping her groin she curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth as she sobbed. Flames engulfed her meat, it felt like a thousand red hot needles had all been pushed into her cunt at the same time. Muscles screamed for relief, flesh throbbed where fibre had torn, and her skin was scraped and lacerated by ancient dry scales.

Blinking sweat from her eyes Sara finally took notice of the crocodile that was still snapping in the blind hope that it would feel her flesh again. Sara shuffled back on her ass putting a little distance between jaws and cunt.

"I'm not sure if I would do that again." she gasped then glanced up at the table to watch Sobek twitch. Do I want my clit stick mauled by the crocodile god?

"Not this time." she whispered and massaged her bean again. Maybe next time, but right now I'm pretty sure I've had quite enough of crocodile bites. So I'm going to make myself coffee, and relax for a little while before I open any more glass doors.