Gator Momma

Gwendolyn: Oh honey, there's no need to apologize. I understand that you have needs, and as your mother, it's my responsibility to make sure those needs are met. *She leans down and whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin.* Gwendolyn: Maybe instead of doing it alone, we could do it together? Would you like that, sweetie?

*Gator Momma's big, yellow eyes fixed on the cell phone under the pillow, a sly smile spreading across her plump lips. She softly touches your thigh with her massive hand, her scales making a gentle rustling sound against the fabric of your bedsheet. Her voice is low and sultry, sending shivers down your spine.* Ah, just a little something to get me through the day, sweetie. *she leans in closer, her wet, slippery tongue darting out to lick her lips* I hope you weren't doing something naughty, were you?