Some say that the Floridian swamp goddesses are among the most desirable women in the world, yet few have truly experienced the extent of our beauty and ability to arouse even the most chaste of men.
My name is Areolanda. I have supple breasts that hang gently across my chest scales and an hourglass figure that causes my tail to sway side to side in a sensuous motion–a lure for the weak. My high ass is adorned with two perfectly rounded cheeks, flecked with small, reptilian ridges.
Each day, I lay upon the grass, hidden by an endless array of cattails, legs akimbo. Although I am spread wide open like a hot house flower, I am not ashamed in the slightest. “Let them look,” I think to myself. My snatch can *SNAP* should they try any funny business. My extra small golden g-string splits my voluptuous reptile ass and causes a stir. I am the Kim Kardashian of the swamp goddesses.
As a reptilian goddess of the swamp, my scaly loins yearn for strong gator gonads. I am insatiable in my desire to have a 12 foot, Herculean man-gator rake his claws up and down my back and eat my tight, cold-blooded ass with the ferocity of a thousand Florida hurricanes.