"It looks like you have your own snake there, Tarzan..."

"It looks like you have your own snake there, Tarzan..." Jasmine breathed sexily, glancing at the tent in Tarzan's loincloth.

The jungle boy, unsure of how to take her advance, could only stammer, "Well, Jasmine, I mean I..."

The Arabian princess liked his uncertainty and decided to take charge of the situation. In reality, she secretly had a **** fantasy and was looking forward to being ravaged by Jafar. But she was also turned on by the idea of seducing an innocent, and Tarzan was fulfilling that role perfectly.

"Doesn't Jane satisfy your... needs, Tarzan?" she asked huskily, running a hand over his pulsing erection. "Doesn't she take care of your manly desires?" As she said this, Jasmine brushed her lips against Tarzan's, crushing her body against his.

To Tarzan, it was a dream come true. He had never had sex but masturbated regularly. Many of the female creatures of the jungle turned him on, and he fantasized about all kinds of sex acts with them, although he didn't really know what sex was. Now the most gorgeous human female he'd ever seen was doing things to him that caused **** arousal, and it was all he could do to control himself from throwing her to the ground and **** her right there...