Fucked from behind

Alice struggled to push the frog warrior off. Each and every second she expected to feel the tip of that spear push into her back - then it would be all over.

A soft, wet, spongy tube wrapped around her neck, pressing dangerously on her throat. It was the alien's frog tongue! She had not been prepared for that.

With a limited air supply, Alice found struggling even harder. The beast man had one knee in the small of her back. The other was planted in the mossy soil of the forest floor beside her.

Strange hands, long fingers, weirdly padded fingers tugged on her clothes. It was trying to rip and tear! Once again the alien tongue around her neck prevented Alice from screaming.

Her bra came off without resistance. It was plucked from her sweaty shoulders by the jungle native. Alice could feel the scratch off the hostile planet's plants against her skin but it was nothing compared to the weight of the frogman holding her down.

It was strong. The alien easily tore through her trousers. Shredded clothes scattered around her as the beast worked frantically.

The slimy sensation of the slippery beast sliding into a new commanding position on top of her brought tears to her eyes. The creature was revolting. Alice couldn't even think straight. Was she close to passing out?

The frog squirmed on top of her until it had its knees either side of her legs. It slid down to perch just below her ass.

She could feel the length of the mucus covered cock squish between her exposed backside. She still didn't pass out. She couldn't.

Alice knew her skin was beginning to tingle. This wasn't good. Probably the result of her constricted throat. Right?

The frog man realigned itself, cock growing larger, harder and pushed itself between Alice's legs.

Her pussy lips slipped open to allow the slimy alien cock into her body. She still couldn't push it off.

Again and again the alien rocked back and forth, riding the mound of Alice's backside as it **** her cunt from behind. It's whip like tongue held her firmly by the throat.

Head swimming, Alice suddenly realised she was enjoying it! Her back arched as she tried to squirm into a better position, to give the rider a better angle, rather than to try and escape. It didn't cooperate.

Alice's vision began to fade as faint memories of some frogs oozing certain hormonal or poisonous fluids crept to mind.