A tall, emerald amazonian walked through the forest. The orcess had the three B's. Busty. Beautiful. Buff. She stood head and shoulders above all her companions at over 8 feet tall. Tribal marking covered her scarred skin with pagan meaning and purpose. She was calling out for her, well now ex girlfriend. GODS she was an idiot. She was a chieftains daughter and she had certain responsibilities that she couldn't say no to. She loved her little fuckbuddy. Hells, if she could, would've taken her ha

Deep and in the Clarverd forest, along a river, a heavily armored femknight fighte was kicking a rock in annoyance. Her and her group were given a quest and a few extra members to defeat some evil thing or another that was terrorizing the countryside. It was a well paying quest but she was pissed off at this point in time. The human woman was brunette and if you look hard enough, her pale skin was flustered red. A young nobel far from home, she WAS the leader until that bitch paladin came along

Mina was having a rough day. Not just a ‘ah man, the bullies are mean and I tripped down the stairs’ or ‘I failed an important test and made a fool of myself on something stupid’ kind of day. I mean ‘I have just above absolutely zero friends and no one even wants to talk to me’ kinda day. Its been almost a month since she started her tenure at Saint Miluina's Vore Academy and nothing has gone right, even on day one. She still hasn’t seen her roommate Mandy. The last pred failed to

“... and the clown is still missing. On another note we have been informed of the recent crash earlier today. Live on scene is Abigail.”The picture instantly cuts to a woman with what seems to be a magenta filter but it was just the thick pink mist that surrounds her and the amazonian behind her with a massive hard on. Abigail herself didn’t look unattractive with her pale skin and dark brunette hair but her face seemed to be stuck on the contempt setting. Her apparel was a red

Nicole was at her cubicle, typing away at her keyboard like she has for the past 9 years. It’s good money but DAMN is it boring. She was in her mid 30’s and she was hating life. Her bob cut brown hair matched her eyes while her pale slender body complemented her office attire. Her face, while pretty, showed plenty of stress and long work hours that brought down the score a point or two. She had no wife or lover, regular female or futa. She had no life outside work and some questionab

Haylee was waiting at the train station, looking at her phone. Damn train is never on time. This bispectral young lass was on the lithe side with the largest part of her were her thighs and not by much. Her hair was nothing special but it was clear she had it cut in such a way to show off her rather thick choker around her neck. Her attire is a standard school uniform that did it’s best to stand out. It was a deep mahogany red button up shirt with black accents and her black skirt that wen