Catalina sat at on a precipice that overlooked the edges of the Dusk Strip before merging out into the Burning Lands. The ocelot swept a lock of platinum hair out of her face before dousing a long rag with water from a clay bottle, and wrapping it...
Anal, Bondage, Canine, Feline, Gang-Rape, Incomplete, M/F, Mild Romance, Oral, Vaginal, Violence