Sinkhole Fetish

Sarcastically sarcosuchus seamlessly swam in… she didn’t seem to mind.

—Jig3125

Well, that escalated.

A new entrance.

No invitation.

Just a hole with questionable hospitality.

Enter Sarcosuchus.

With a name almost as big as its appetite.

Seamlessly swimming into the scene like it owns the place.

And she?

She didn’t seem to mind.

She simply appreciates a creature that knows how to make an entrance without making a splash.

Sinkhole fetish.

Her type?

Apparently, something prehistoric that can disappear beneath the surface without leaving a forwarding address.

Sarcastically speaking…

The ground opens.

The water welcomes.

The Sarcosuchus slides through.

Guess some relationships just have a way of pulling you in.

#Jig3125