Your jaw drops to the ground- no, scratch that, it drops onto your rapidly growing length. It balloons out faster and faster, trembling in arousal so powerful that your entire body begins to shake as well.
You try to turn away, but your head pays no head. You grab it and try to turn it physically, but your hands can't budge it an inch. You can't stop staring at her majestic power, her supreme grace...
Just when you think you might finally be making a breakthrough in stopping your gawk-fest, the lioness stretches and yawns, flexing her huge arms until they seem ready to explode with raw, untameable strength, then growing far beyond even that. Her back arcs up, shoving her quivering bosom into the air with a pair of milk squirts and a great deal of sloshing. Even her yawn is beautiful, so melodic that you collapse upon yourself in a heap at once.
You are just aware of yourself enough to know that the loud rumbling in your loins is a bad thing, but nowhere near enough to know why.
After a brief period of blackout, you realize you're laying atop a rather large, soft maleness; one which is currently sputtering a few globs of leftover cum on everything in front of you. There, lying against the rock with a somewhat surprised expression, sits the lioness... Completely and utterly submerged in a coat of white.
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