Run Viola Run
Viola Hunter ran as fast as she could. There was no time to be wasted. She was buxom and tall, and her long, straight, black hair was tied into a thick plait that offered a strong contrast to her olive skin. It was currently flying behind her, as she ran to preserve her modesty. The rogue cock was in pursuit. There had been many such pursuits all over the land. The rogue cock was the penis and balls of an ancient magician, and they had come alive a month ago, following a freak storm that hit...