Sasha hopped up and down on the brick wall at the King's Cross train station excitedly, her entire body jingling. Her dark black fur was the perfect contrast to her bright candy colored clothing. She wore a vibrant day-glow red turtle neck with three...
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Ring ring ring ring ring. That was all that phone ever did. Was ring. It was annoying. It made Isis want to rip it right out of the wall sometimes. She tapped her pencil against the hard plastic that made up the desk of her drab grey cubicle. Her...
Food, Lesbian, Massage, Pantheress, Vixen, candlelight, special
Isis took full advantage of her day off. Sasha was in town selling some of her newer pieces of pottery, leaving Isis free run of the house. She was entertaining herself by roving about the well equipped art room of her mate. She smiled as her memory...
Lesbian, Pantheress, Vixen, clay, mess, pottery