Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

different. different.
there was no way to categorize totoro's responses, and this pleased mireille. she and they moved seamlessly between roles, and she wound her voice with theirs.
her brow furrowed to see a mirroring stripe, but like totoro she welcomed the distraction, embracing their warm and lithe body.
it was good, she felt, good to lie like this after the hard drive of men she then spurred away.
her body relaxed, and again she did not speak, her body sparkling with her season and the satiation that totoro had brought to her. she felt it had been mutual, ducking her muzzle to preen gently at the base of their ear.