Snow Black Gets Fucked By Hurricane Dick
In the heart of a sweltering summer, the pristine snow that once adorned the towering peaks began to melt away, revealing the jagged rocks beneath. Among these once-frozen giants, Snow Black, a voluptuous mountain native, found herself forsaken by her icy homeland. Her frosty blue skin glistened in the scorching sun as she descended the mountainside, seeking cooler climes and an escape from her frozen fate.
As she trekked through the valleys, Snow encountered a curious sight: a dense, roiling mass of storm clouds approaching at a startling pace. The wind whipped around her, carrying the scent of impending weather. With a mischievous grin, Snow quickened her steps, eager for a reprieve from the oppressive heat.
As the front edge of the tempest reached Snow, the temperature plummeted. The rain-drenched air clung to her curves, soaking the thin white fabric of her blouse and skintight leggings. Rivulets of water cascaded down her cleavage, tracing the contours of her ample bosom. Snow shivered, her nipples stiffening as the cold tightened its grip.
Suddenly, the winds intensified, propelling Snow off her feet. She tumbled head over heels through the air Like a rag doll, she bounced and slammed against the ground before landing in a heap A sharp pain shot through her hip, but she managed a weak laugh. This was just the sort of wild adventure she needed!
Each breath became labored as Snow struggled to maintain consciousness. Gusts of wind pummeled her body, pushing her further back up the mountain. When the gusts subsided, she found herself on a ledge, the rocky ground biting into her back.
From the swirling maelstrom, an appendage appeared. Red and engorged, it throbbed ominously, promising retribution for her brazen act of tornado surfing. As Snow gasped in disbelief, the phallic giant snaked toward her, centimeter by centimeter. Her eyes widened in shock as the realization of her impending fate sunk in.
With a loud crack, the tip of the tempestuous tentacle pierced Snow’s tight white leggings. She felt the cold fabric stretch and yield beneath the insistent pressure until finally, the tentacle burst through. Her soaked blouse was no match for the violate wind, shredding into ribbons and exposing her heaving breasts.
Cold rain continued to pelt her nude body as the storm’s shafts explored every contour of Snow’s glistening blue skin. One tentacle teased her nipples while another traced the curve of her spine. Snow squirmed beneath the caress of the cosmic dick. The coldness of the rain-kissed appendage sent shivers through her core and ignited a flame deep within her belly.
With a sudden burst of will, Snow grabbed the writhing cock. It felt smooth and hard as steel, veins pulsing with the promise of unseen pleasure. Tentatively, she guided the tip between her legs, sighing as it kissed her swollen folds. Snow gasped as the hardness pushed forward, parting her slit and driving deeper with each thrust.
Her hips rolled in rhythm with the relentless pounding, sewing a dance with the storm’s ravaging genitals. Electricity coursed through her nerves, building to an overwhelming crescendo. With a wail of ecstasy, Snow came undone, a flood of icy secretions gushing from her core.
Before she could catch her breath, the tentacle rammed up to its hilt. Her stretched pussy throbbed around it, walls clenching, trying to squeeze every drop of thick seed from its throbbing shaft. Large spurts of hot nectar filled her to the brim, warmth spreading through her frozen insides.
As the storm’s cock withdrew, a stream of pearly white cream flowed from Snow’s abused twat. It mated with the rain, staining the ground and marking her terrain with its sticky embrace. Snow lay still, legs trembling, glistening with rain and cum.
When she opened her eyes once more, the clouds had parted, revealing a vibrant blue sky. Snow gently scooped up the storm’s essence and brought it to her lips, savoring the apartment and saltiness that coated her fingers. As she licked away the final streaks, Snow felt a ball of warmth grow in her belly. The storm had planted its seed, and nature itself would soon bear witness to this catastrophe.
With a contented sigh, Snow crawled to the edge of the cliff, her legs still weak. She wiped away the sticky white remnants from her thighs, marveling at the contrast of their whiteness against her pristine blue skin. As the sun climbed higher into the sky, Snow knew she’d tuck her wild tale away, only to be shared among those who trekked through her mountains. It would be a warning to the icy wanderers, a reminder that even the coldest peaks held mysteries that could break even the strongest of winter’s children.
