Translations:Codex: Dildo Snakes/52/en

The snake slid off of her arm and started a slow arc along her inner thigh. Moving her arms was a challenge, but Evie managed to tug off her gloves and toss them aside. Her bare pawpads stroked against the snake’s back, like she was petting a cat. Its skin felt as slick as it looked, but it wasn’t slimy; it was more like smooth rubber. She gave it an experimental squeeze; its flesh was squishy and pliable, but firm.