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>>33088582

>Sexy sporty tomboy sharku exchange student from !Hawaii

Oh, no, bros, I'm gonna get NIBBLED aren't I?

Assuming she can switch from Mer-form to human form, I will do everything in the "Tomboys are for" greentext all summer

>Hot, sweaty days rebuilding my dad's porch, followed by cool evenings relaxing and drinking iced tea watching the sun set
>Sunny days at the beach as she tries (and fails) to teach me to surf. Me turning toasty brown and her a darker blue-green as we spend every hour of daylight at the surf, wandering the seaside town for trinkets, climbing the local cliffs and exploring the sea caves.
>Almost drowning during a water polo session between her and her sisters and my friends, myself, and the local island guys (final score 11-0 and a marriage proposal)
>Spending nights on the beach dancing around the bonfire and feasting on fresh-caught seafood, drinking tequila like water and howling at the moon
>Snorkeling in the crystal depths of her home cove, sharing the wonders there together
>Getting caught in the afternoon monsoons and hurling in abandoned surf shops or old bus stops, as the almost-warm rain soaks us through, and we press our clammy skin together for warmth, our lips finding each other, my tongue feeling her sharp teeth, her breath hot and sweet on my mouth
>Playing paintball with my dumb cousins and their P'Orc waifus, getting absolutely destroyed by the girl's team. Feeling her soft hands on my chest and her moist hot tongue as she licks my bruises better
>Eating the famous hot pit barbecue Uncle Ned makes. Watching her eyes go wide as her teeth sink into the melt-in-your-mouth brisket, the hot grease smearing her hands and chin, her teeth beating a spine-tingling tattoo on the bones as she nips them clean of meat, tossing them into the fire while Jeffrey, my favorite cousin, plays his battered old guitar, and his P'Orc wife, Annabelle, sings a haunting southern ballad of lost love
>Waking up with her slim form wrapped in my arms, her fine, textured skin soft and smooth under my hands
>Watching her sleep, breathing slowly, with a sweet look of contentment on her face, hardly daring to breathe myself lest I wake her
>Seeing her eyes meet mine as she opens them, a sweet smile covering her face, as she turns towards me and pulls me close, one hand gripping mine, the other thrown around me possessively
>Hearing her sleepily thank me for choosing her (even though she chose me), and telling me I've made her the happiest girl in the world
>Slowly, deliberately opening her long, slim, powerful legs, as we both maintain eye contact, our love turning to hot desire as the sun spills across the sheets
>Pressing against her opening as she mewls and begs me to wait, not yet, go slow--the apex predator who has taken me a thousand times, who I've wrestled with in boundless passion, now sweet and gentle, begging me to take her slowly and deliberately
>Feeling her hot, tight walls engulf me, gripping me like a predator grips her prey, her eyes unfocused and hazy, her arms like velvet covered steel, holding me, her legs sliding up and over me to lock me in place. In my place. Where I belong.
>Slowly, slowly, deeply pumping, every thrust like heaven, like the tide rolling in, out, in, out. Her face flushing, her moans rising, desire, fear, lust, love in her eyes
>Aunt Julie banging on the door to call us to breakfast
>Her slow smile as the tells me to roll off her and put my pants on
>We can take back up after flapjacks.