Syren's cunt is as ancient as the sea itself, its wrinkled walls bearing the brunt of countless storms and krill-infested tides. She summons forth a school of sharks, their razor-sharp teeth glistening in anticipation as they circle her elderly cunt like prehistoric sycophants. With a mighty thrust, Syren impales herself on the tip of their leader's dorsal fin, feeling her rotting flesh part ways to accommodate his oversized cockhead. As she rides the shark, her cunt milking its formidable length, blood and sea foam mix in a frenzy that would make Poseidon himself proud. With each powerful stroke, the shark tears into Syren's decrepit slit, further rejuvenating it with the primordial essence of the ocean. In this depraved rit vated act, both the predator and its prey become one with the elemental force that perpetuates their existence.
