Rh aan Debt of Honor two
Her shapely, tightly honed muscles of those legs, tanned to a finer brown than before, tantalized from under the flows and swirls of a short robe – dyed sapphire blue, and woven with cherry blossoms in pink and white. Her eyes gleam playfully in the glow-lights inside the shop as she saunters over to a lone figure, just visible inside the large street facing window. A grin, equally as filled with a mischief as her eyes, spreads over slim lips. The smallish swells under her robes, on...