Totoka River I am so many types of bitches I`ve lost count

They walked u to her, and Vixen kept to her sylph in the water paper until she realized something was wrong. The tall one with the mask kept hiding behind the silver hunk, who approached her with a question about the water. "'tis sweet as honey, love. Why don't ye a pair join me?" she invites, letting the water run down her chest as she dips and resurfaces with her coy smile still painted on her face.