Make him grab your breast!

You're not stupid, and can tell that there are some communication issues that are acting as breaks on the way to your fruition. Usually the males of your species were more forward when it comes to sex, but you don't mind having to push the situation towards the direction you wanted yourself.

You'd sought out humans specifically so you couldn't complain about them not being initiated in shark sex culture.

However, communication had never really been a sharks' strong point. Although a lot of the communication among other great whites and sharks in general happened through reading body-language and the occasional signalling using the tips of your pectoral fins other creatures of the sea, seemed to need to have everything spelled out too them.

You figure that actions always convey your meaning louder than words and you go for his hand.

He flinches away but using quite a bit of **** you pull the hand grasping your shoulder to your full breast and press your chest into his palms. You purr at him telepathically.

His face twist again, his eyes moving from your leering face to your boobs. His finger squeeze, and you pur again, excited by the progress. Your fre hand wanders to his torso and you grope appreciatively at his firm pectoral muscles. He returns the jester and you urge him to continue telepathically.

He pauses, but you are too eager and go for his crotch. He releases your hand to grab at the other naughtier one. You grin, and in one swift motion of your newly released hand and a flex of your back muscles his cloth pants rip, revealing his nicely saved penis.

The Humans face turns read, as you grasp it firmly in a hand and begin jerking it swiftly. His hand on your break grips harder and he heaves at you. managing to lift you up somewhat and almost lose your purchase on the gunwale.

Your eyes come a blaze with arousal, finally, he was getting properly aroused. Under your eager hand he quickly becomes arouse and your cunt burns deliciously with desire as he struggles below you. shouting human words as he tugged at your wrists, hair, breast, every inch that he could reach.

Although you'd had nice thoughts about humans, you'd never put into the effort to learn any of their languages, so naturally you didn't understand his words. But his body certainly spoke for him.

You heaved yourself further into the boat, making him fall off his seat with a thump and causing the boat to rock and creek.