Written on Feb, 22, 2017 by in ,

A white swan, its feathers smooth as cream, its face a black mask, stepped from a bag held nearby by a beast-fighter. It fluttered toward her as she sprinkled seeds onto the depilated pink slit between her legs. Her inner thighs and labia were golden with honey and the seed stuck where it touched her skin. As the swan descended …

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