Translations:Kiro/3/en
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Wavy hair wreathes Kiro’s short-muzzled features in a bouquet of shimmery, meticulously coiffed chocolate. Her eyes, muted crimson, shine bright with predatory intelligence. Her gaze is different when it lands on you: more open and unguarded. Lust is still there but softened by more powerful affection. She loves you. This much is clear. You could lose yourself in the darker ‘mask’ stretched across her visage if there weren’t so many other intriguing places to look - like Kiro’s lips. They’re jet-black and just plump enough to draw your eye when a bit of light reflects off their moistened surfaces.
Wavy hair wreathes Kiro’s short-muzzled features in a bouquet of shimmery, meticulously coiffed chocolate. Her eyes, muted crimson, seem glazed with arousal, any intelligence buried beneath her body’s unrepentant needs. Her gaze is different when it lands on you: more open and unguarded. Lust is still there but softened by more powerful affection. She loves you. This much is clear. You could lose yourself in the darker ‘mask’ stretched across her visage if there weren’t so many other intriguing places to look - like Kiro’s lips. Once merely nice-looking, they’ve been plumped into an obscene pout by mad science and left to rest in a cock-sucking pucker. It’s impossible to look at her and not wonder what those plush onyx pillows would feel like mashed against your crotch.
Wavy hair wreathes Kiro’s short-muzzled features in a bouquet of shimmery, meticulously coiffed chocolate. Her eyes, muted crimson, shine bright with predatory intelligence. When her gaze lands on you, it can be difficult to tell if she’s sizing you up for a job or a bang, but once you’re talking to her, those scarlet orbs always soften with clear friendship. You could lose yourself in the darker ‘mask’ stretched across her visage if there weren’t so many other intriguing places to look - like Kiro’s lips. They’re jet-black and just plump enough to draw your eye when a bit of light reflects off their moistened surfaces.
Wavy hair wreathes Kiro’s short-muzzled features in a bouquet of shimmery, meticulously coiffed chocolate. Her eyes, muted crimson, seem glazed with arousal, any intelligence buried beneath her body’s unrepentant needs. When her gaze lands on you, it can be difficult to tell if she’s sizing you up for a job or a bang, but once you’re talking to her, those scarlet orbs always soften with clear friendship. You could lose yourself in the darker ‘mask’ stretched across her visage if there weren’t so many other intriguing places to look - like Kiro’s lips. Once merely nice-looking, they’ve been plumped into an obscene pout by mad science and left to rest in a cock-sucking pucker. It’s impossible to look at her and not wonder what those plush onyx pillows would feel like mashed against your crotch.