p style="text-align: left;"The morning dawns. It is a beautiful sunrise despite it being a relatively cold night in Africa. The jungle has just begun to wake up, and Jane climbs down from her tree hut. Jane froze and covered herself before picking up a cup of fresh African water. As she took a sip, she could hear a sound. The sound of twigs cracking. She got scared and her breasts stiffened through her shirt. What could it be? a tiger? a jaguar?/p
p style="text-align: left;"She hurriedly climbed to her cabin and scouted out over the jungle. She scouted a figure through the trees. Who could it be? Suddenly the sound came from the right ... Then to the left ... She saw the vines shaking as they hung from the trees. The sounds stopped. Jane was frightened when someone suddenly patted her on the back, and as she turned, she was relieved. There he stood - her boyfriend. It was Tarzan./p
p style="text-align: left;""Was it you out there in the jungle?" Jane asked/p
p style="text-align: left;"- "Yes it was me. I swung myself in the vines to quickly move through the trees" replied Tarzan/p
p style="text-align: left;""I got really scared, Tarzan!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"- "I'm fine, I'm here to protect you"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan stood there in his usual attire. A kind of male G-string made of jungle leaves and twigs. His hair was long and brown, and his body was filled with muscles from head to toe./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan looked at Jane with chubby eyes. "Aiiaiaiayaaaaaaaa" Tarzan started screaming, just as he used to. He hit hard on his chest, because it was something he had learned from the monkeys who raised him. He stared intently at Jane, still with the smirk smiled. Again he began with his acclaimed howl, only this time he hit Jane's breasts. Jane stood there in shock. This was not something Tarzan used to do. Shame she turned her gaze to the ground. As she gently moved her gaze upward again, she saw that there had been a development in Tarzan's leaf-covered tangerine. Tarzan's blood no longer flowed through his heart, but through his erect penis. Shockingly, Jane turned her gaze up to the Tarzans. To her surprise, neither Tarzan's gaze nor smile had moved an inch. Jane was empty of words. It wasn't the first time she'd seen his muscular penis, but never in a situation like this./p
p style="text-align: left;""Tarzan, I .. -" Jane was interrupted by yet another Tarzan howl, only this time he ripped off her dress. When Tarzan saw her stiff breasts, something aroused in him. He sat down on four legs and ran around the room like a gorilla. For a second there, only Jane stood watching Tarzan calmly, trying to decipher the gorilla sounds he was making. The more she saw, the more she realized that the desire was stronger./p
p style="text-align: left;"After a few minutes, Tarzan was worn out. It was very impressive considering the anchor of a genital body with which Tarzan had been saved. Jane's desire grew even stronger./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan lay there, worn out after the run. Jane walked over to him and took her hand on his cheek ... "Oh Tarzan then .. My Monkey King, Tarzan" Jane said and put her hand down around his massive penis. She began to rob him. As she started, Tarzan began to howl like a monkey. Jane liked what she had awakened in him. The faster and harder her hand moved, and the faster and harder it went, the more intense ape screams for Tarzan. "Scream for me, Tarzan," Jane said. Tarzan replied with a monkey scream. Tarzan was unable to control, and began waving his arms and legs violently. Jane put Tarzan in a foster position and went on harder than Tarzan had ever done to herself. This was something he liked very much, as indicated by his animal roar. Just as he was about to arrive, Tarzan stood up abruptly and stared at Jane. There he stood, sweaty and hard as a freshly boiled egg. There was a flame in his eyes./p
p style="text-align: left;""Don't worry Tarzan now," Jane said, letting Tarzan down on his stomach. He listened to her as an obedient dog. Jane stood there watching Tarzan lying on his stomach, enjoying the situation she found herself in. She had mastered the monkey king./p
p style="text-align: left;"As Tarzan lifted his butt, Jane realized what had to happen. There he lay on his knees, with his elbows in the ground. Jane bent gently over Tarzan and swiped his finger around his anal. It hurt fiercely for Tarzan, but she could see his sneaky smile in the corner of his face. As she walked in with her fingers, Tarzan moaned violently. "oh oh oh oh ah ah oh" said Tarzan in monkey language. Jane understood and clenched her fist. She began to hit Tarzan somewhat violently on his buttocks with her fist clenched. Tarzan screamed with pain and pleasure. She boxed as hard as she could and Tarzan liked it. As he began to bruise, she ran her fist into his anal. Tarzan howled like a giant gorilla and began to shake. She reached out and whispered to Tarzan "whos your mommy". Tarzan was stunned. He had got what he wanted./p
p style="text-align: left;"She hurriedly climbed to her cabin and scouted out over the jungle. She scouted a figure through the trees. Who could it be? Suddenly the sound came from the right ... Then to the left ... She saw the vines shaking as they hung from the trees. The sounds stopped. Jane was frightened when someone suddenly patted her on the back, and as she turned, she was relieved. There he stood - her boyfriend. It was Tarzan./p
p style="text-align: left;""Was it you out there in the jungle?" Jane asked/p
p style="text-align: left;"- "Yes it was me. I swung myself in the vines to quickly move through the trees" replied Tarzan/p
p style="text-align: left;""I got really scared, Tarzan!"/p
p style="text-align: left;"- "I'm fine, I'm here to protect you"/p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan stood there in his usual attire. A kind of male G-string made of jungle leaves and twigs. His hair was long and brown, and his body was filled with muscles from head to toe./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan looked at Jane with chubby eyes. "Aiiaiaiayaaaaaaaa" Tarzan started screaming, just as he used to. He hit hard on his chest, because it was something he had learned from the monkeys who raised him. He stared intently at Jane, still with the smirk smiled. Again he began with his acclaimed howl, only this time he hit Jane's breasts. Jane stood there in shock. This was not something Tarzan used to do. Shame she turned her gaze to the ground. As she gently moved her gaze upward again, she saw that there had been a development in Tarzan's leaf-covered tangerine. Tarzan's blood no longer flowed through his heart, but through his erect penis. Shockingly, Jane turned her gaze up to the Tarzans. To her surprise, neither Tarzan's gaze nor smile had moved an inch. Jane was empty of words. It wasn't the first time she'd seen his muscular penis, but never in a situation like this./p
p style="text-align: left;""Tarzan, I .. -" Jane was interrupted by yet another Tarzan howl, only this time he ripped off her dress. When Tarzan saw her stiff breasts, something aroused in him. He sat down on four legs and ran around the room like a gorilla. For a second there, only Jane stood watching Tarzan calmly, trying to decipher the gorilla sounds he was making. The more she saw, the more she realized that the desire was stronger./p
p style="text-align: left;"After a few minutes, Tarzan was worn out. It was very impressive considering the anchor of a genital body with which Tarzan had been saved. Jane's desire grew even stronger./p
p style="text-align: left;"Tarzan lay there, worn out after the run. Jane walked over to him and took her hand on his cheek ... "Oh Tarzan then .. My Monkey King, Tarzan" Jane said and put her hand down around his massive penis. She began to rob him. As she started, Tarzan began to howl like a monkey. Jane liked what she had awakened in him. The faster and harder her hand moved, and the faster and harder it went, the more intense ape screams for Tarzan. "Scream for me, Tarzan," Jane said. Tarzan replied with a monkey scream. Tarzan was unable to control, and began waving his arms and legs violently. Jane put Tarzan in a foster position and went on harder than Tarzan had ever done to herself. This was something he liked very much, as indicated by his animal roar. Just as he was about to arrive, Tarzan stood up abruptly and stared at Jane. There he stood, sweaty and hard as a freshly boiled egg. There was a flame in his eyes./p
p style="text-align: left;""Don't worry Tarzan now," Jane said, letting Tarzan down on his stomach. He listened to her as an obedient dog. Jane stood there watching Tarzan lying on his stomach, enjoying the situation she found herself in. She had mastered the monkey king./p
p style="text-align: left;"As Tarzan lifted his butt, Jane realized what had to happen. There he lay on his knees, with his elbows in the ground. Jane bent gently over Tarzan and swiped his finger around his anal. It hurt fiercely for Tarzan, but she could see his sneaky smile in the corner of his face. As she walked in with her fingers, Tarzan moaned violently. "oh oh oh oh ah ah oh" said Tarzan in monkey language. Jane understood and clenched her fist. She began to hit Tarzan somewhat violently on his buttocks with her fist clenched. Tarzan screamed with pain and pleasure. She boxed as hard as she could and Tarzan liked it. As he began to bruise, she ran her fist into his anal. Tarzan howled like a giant gorilla and began to shake. She reached out and whispered to Tarzan "whos your mommy". Tarzan was stunned. He had got what he wanted./p