Temptation Of The Tides
I, Jodi, Caribbean mermaid temptress, float beneath the cerulean waters, my iridescent scales glimmering in the sunlight. As I lazily trail my finger along the ocean’s surface, I sense a lost soul drifting towards my realm. Ah, a sailor, and a handsome one at that. Time to seduce him with my rude gyal attitude and entice him into my underwater world of lust.
He surfaces, gasping for air, and spots me. His eyes widen, taking in my voluptuous figure, bronzed skin, and flowing locks of curly black hair. A corner of my plump lips curls into a sly smile as I beckon him closer with a finger.
“Yo, handsome, lost at sea, eh?” I tease, my husky voice dripping with allure. “Well, come on up, mon, an’ get acquainted wi’ the sea siren who’ll show ya the ropes.”
The sailor paddles towards me, his chest heaving with exertion. I cup my hands, offering them a boost up, whispering, “Ohe, take it easy, yah hear?”
As he rises, his eyes lock onto mine, a spark of desire igniting between us. I sashay closer, my curves swaying with each step, and press my ample bosom against his bare chest. “Mmm, so it’s gonna be a sensual rescue, is it?” I purr, nipping at his earlobe.
He shudders, and I can feel his heart racing. “Let’s get you some dry clothes,” I suggest, guiding him to a hidden grotto. As he strips, I appraise his lean muscles, my naked gaze inflaming his growing arousal.
I choose a flowing, red sarong and wrap it around his hips, lingering to trace the line of his erection through the thin fabric. “Now, let’s get comfortable, mon,” I coo, leading him to a ledge of smooth coral.
I dampen my lips with a flick of my tongue and croon a siren song, weaving words of desire and submission into the haunting melody. The sailor’s body responds, his hips moving to an instinctual rhythm. I straddle his lap, my soaked sarong riding up to bare my thighs.
“Yo, I gotcha now, sailor boy,” I whisper, grinding my hips against his straining cock. “You know what happens to lost men like you in mermaid territory?”
His breath hitches, and he nods, his eyes glazed with lust. I lean in, my breasts pressing against his chest, and flick my tongue over his earlobe. “We make ’em our playthings, and show ’em the true depths of pleasure.”
With a seductive smile, I plunge us both into the sultry embrace of the ocean. We tumble through the water, limbs entwined, in a rhythm as old as the sea itself. The sailor’s cries of ecstasy mingle with the song of the waves as I guide him to the pinnacle of bliss, claiming him as mine in the depths of the Caribbean.
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