// Word. At the very least racism mostly gets dealt with here I think.

Claws and fangs and a penchant for making one writhe abound over here.

I already know you desire this. 🥱

Grabbing her by the armpits before lifting her into the air, Tyn would hoist the Gob' up to eye level.

"It's time for you to be in my arms."

-beneath her fuzzy white sweater, a clawed hand gently cupping her stomach.

"Brrr."

She exaggerated, hinting at her wish for immediate departure.

"Oh?"

Her fingers immediately coiled around the spaghetti thin strands of the bun's panties, turning them into an improvised leash in the process.

"Well, in that case, lead the way. I'm all too happy to get wrapped up warm with your fine self."

She clung close to her new friend, slipping a hand-

-typical blunt tipped, thick stallion of a member.

"Oh, my dear-"

As one noticeably more potent thrust sent ripples through pale bun-girl behind.

"-I'm barely even started."

What does she do? She let's the warmth of her stallion gather attention. Throbbing, bloating, growing harder between her new friend's thighs before standing upright sandwiching the brave girl between a rock and a very hard place.

Feel free to touch, rub, grind. Anything and everything that earns a sweet little sound, my dear.