Ski Slopes and Slippery Slopes: Anna Claire Clouds and Penelope Kay’s Steamy Winter Getaway

“A special sort, yes.”
Livia took a peek at what would soon become her signature costume, then stared at Rhea, so utterly horrified she couldn’t find the words to properly retort, her imploring gaze providing all the Guildmistress needed to know. They were in dire need of a woman, and Livia felt very generous today, taking them in pity. XXX The princess was waiting for that last gentleman to release her when she felt some incoming liquid being discharged in her throat. Livia coughed to get his attention, the canteen utterly silent to catch her every words. The man in question approached the table under which the slut-princess was crouched.