Raven is the hot, young host of the show Tracking Monsters. She’s been all over the world searching for mythological creatures, but she’s never encountered one before – until now.
While filming in the remote foothills of the Rocky Mountains, she wanders away alone from camp, and is captured by a lusty Bigfoot. She is carried back to its cave, where she realizes with growing horror that the Bigfoot plans to make her its mate. Before the night is over, she’s going to be used and taken by an insatiable Bigfoot in the dirtiest ways imaginable.
The Bigfoot pulled me in closer, and I ran my hands through its fur, reveling in the unbelievable softness. I felt its head descending towards me, as if it was going to lean on me. When its lips pressed against mine, I let out a startled squeak and bolted to my feet. The Bigfoot had just tried to kiss me.
My heart was hammering in my chest, and a quick glance down confirmed that the Sasquatch’s cock was swollen and hard again. It jutted out in front of it, bobbing in an obscene manner when it heaved itself to its feet.
There was anger on its face now, and it gestured towards the door, making grunting sounds. Is it trying to kick me out? My face went slack with shock, when I realized it was trying to kick me out of its cave. My clothing wouldn’t be anywhere close to dry, and I needed its warmth. I couldn’t leave the cave yet.
I wasn’t one of those TV personalities who had slept their way to the top, but I had done some pretty sleazy things in the past. And that was just for a job. When it came to survival, I was sure I could handle making out with a Bigfoot.
The Bigfoot stopped its furious arm motions, when I smiled weakly and walked back towards it. I opened my arms hesitantly, and moved to embrace it. Fur enveloped me, and I angled my body to avoid touching its hard cock. Kissing was one thing, but I wasn’t ready to start touching its private parts yet.
I closed my eyes, and tilted my head back, waiting for its kiss. Surprise rippled through my body, when its soft lips touched mine. While it was a forceful kiss, it was still surprisingly good. I had half expected to be slobbered on like I was kissing some overexcited dog.
The Bigfoot’s tongue slipped into my mouth, and its strong arms gathered me in close. I almost forgot I was kissing a Sasquatch, and I felt my body reacting. A dull ache began to grow between my legs, and my face flushed, as my tongue intertwined with the Bigfoot’s.
Its grip tightened on me, and I was helpless as I was pulled in against its body. Hard muscles rippled underneath the Bigfoot’s plush fur, and I felt need blossoming within me. I never thought it would have been possible, but kissing this oversized ape was actually turning me on.