pointing my two filthy fingers at you...
blues twinkle...

i had come back from the stream and been clad as ordered
Bare feet padding on the open ground
my soles feeling sore
The koora in my hair
The kalmack leaving the familiar sight of my sore, bare arms
And also hanging open
Bouncing slightly against my chest
The chatka tight between my thighs
Held in place by the curla
i walk towards you

improvise

looking up seeing your fingers wiggle.. such a wicked grin you have

low moan as I slide my fingers out...
wicked grin, wiggling them at you...

give

*keepin tha gum in ma mouth until I kin earn some cash fer smokes or maybe even another tattoo... had to steal ma smokes last time cuz there weren't nobody here to do a trade with*

watching you as i crawl over to put the now clean strap on back for use..

little gasps...
grin...

thanks..

grin...

Have fun with whoever is left

i keep licking the strap on clean, seeing that grin.. and your fingers working your ass

looks in for a few

watching you licking...
one finger slowly probing my anus...
wicked grin...

(yes.. well i will do my best to stretch your holes)

(Feels good to win sometimes but I bet I’m in for it next time I lose to you)

licking the strap on clean.. glancing over at you..

The day seemed overly long, maybe it was the intensity of Tor-Tu_Gor upon her as she tended to the penned beasts.

The vulo were especially noisy, she could barely keep her thoughts straight with their cackling.

Perhaps they knew something was brewing that she didn't know. hmmmmmm