#370121 - Light seems to reflect strangely about her body as a playful thing, and I realize she doesn’t have any hair, anywhere. Are you asking my name, or my species? Her head tilts to the side in an inquisitive manner. The older woman walks to her desk, rifles through some paperwork, and pulls out last week's assignment.
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Yao haa dusi
Thats a very small cock
Nobunaga oda
Hell of a mom