anthro dresser

A black and white photo accompanied the eerie description and was just as unnerving. She wasn't a wax reconstruction or even a corpse like most in the ViCAP database. Sat straight up, staring ahead at absolutely nothing at all, a living missing person was on display.

“Your loss to Bella does not undo everything you, Sophia, and Cyrilo have accomplished. The literature program you’ve established is a blessing for this world, and you and Sophia managed to take down a gold-ranked knight who was standing in the way of public education. That is no small feat. You’re too young to be focusing on your regrets, on what you couldn’t do. The story of the Bow Mistress is only just beginning. When the war against the Profane is over, they’ll sing songs and legends about you, about how you fought and saved this world. And your clash with Bella? That’ll be a good story for you to tell around the campfire.”

“Ah fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!” I slammed my cock harder into her ass, lubricated by a hefty load of sperm. “Carol…my God.” My cock began to retreat from Carol’s stretched asshole as the last of my cum spewed into her ass. I released her and stepped back as gobs of cum oozed from her asshole and spattered onto the carpeted floor. Holding her skirt out of the way, she retrieved the shirt off the bench, stuck it in her ass crack and sat down. She looked at me sternly.