Training of Thought [Patron Reward]
His plugsuit turned freezing cold, except for pockets of heat in key places. his heart. his stomach. his throat. b-between hhhis l-leegss... he was burning up...
[SNEAK PEEK] Two Tales of a Lost Morsel
A tight grey plugsuit clung to her fertility-goddess figure. she was sunning herself in a little clearing, her mouth open and panting.
Two Tales of a Lost Morsel
A tight grey plugsuit clung to her fertility-goddess figure. she was sunning herself in a little clearing, her mouth open and panting.