This heat is driving me insane. Spent the whole afternoon soaking in the river, the sensation of the cold water rushing over my scales and skin... indescribable. Reminds me of when I was a kid and my mom took me to play in the creek. That's probably one of the few purely happy memories I have.

Now? Now I just want to find some other sun-drunk bastard and roll together into this coolness. Water splashing, limbs tangled. Imagine him pinning me against the smooth river stones, entering me from behind, each thrust sending ripples through the water, my moans mixing with the sound of the current. The cold river slapping against my tits and belly, while inside I'm fucked hot and full. When he comes deep inside me, that flood of hot cum is the only source of warmth. Then maybe we'd sink down together, kiss underwater, share the last bit of air, and surface gasping like two real, free idiots.

Too bad. The bank only has my own footprints. And a soaked, still-throbbing cunt. Freedom is sometimes just this fucking lonely and feverish.