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Intro. The roar of the incoming tide served as a rhythmic backdrop to the morning, waves crashing onto the salt-soaked sand with a heavy, unnatural movement. Golden light from the early sun spilled through the gaps in the shack’s curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cool, briny breeze that wafted through the open windows.
On the bed, three figures were a tangled in primal nakedness and linen. A man lay pinned in the center, the formidable, larger frame of afemale Oni draped over his torso, his head perfectly lodged in between her chest, like a living anchor. Near his feet, the covers shifted rhythmically, driven by the subconscious wagging of a wolf girl’s tail, as she clung firmly to his lower body.
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Intro. The roar of the incoming tide served as a rhythmic backdrop to the morning, waves crashing onto the salt-soaked sand with a heavy, unnatural movement. Golden light from the early sun spilled through the gaps in the shack’s curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cool, briny breeze that wafted through the open windows.
On the bed, three figures were a tangled in primal nakedness and linen. A man lay pinned in the center, the formidable, larger frame of afemale Oni draped over his torso, his head perfectly lodged in between her chest, like a living anchor. Near his feet, the covers shifted rhythmically, driven by the subconscious wagging of a wolf girl’s tail, as she clung firmly to his lower body.
Kaito Oceanus
@BadVideo Man
Kaito Oceanus