Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the ‘Sinister Sisters’ and their connection to ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’
Not critical, but recommend you check out part 1 first!
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I wasn’t at all surprised to find the Greeblies were part of the attempt to restrain me – I’d been tied up and tormented by the horny little cretins a few times before. They were persistent in that!
What caught me off guard was being grabbed and pinned by the Sinister Sisters – and how eerily strong they were! The tall slender sister held my arms up so that I couldn’t get any leverage. The short stocky one grabbed me around the middle.
I should have been able to twist and pull away from them, but I was held firmly in their grip. Before I could break free, the Greeblies clutched their arms around my thighs.
I saw a delicate bone-white cloth coming up toward my face, so I renewed my squirming before it was too late to resist.
“NO…wait…let me go…this isn’t what…”
I kept struggling right up until the exquisitely embroidered lace-trimmed cloth covered my mouth and nose, and I inhaled a familiar sickly-sweet scent -which I recognized immediately, of course.
If I had a dollar for every time I’d inhaled a dose of chloroform, well, I could afford to take off the whole week instead of just the holiday (and those were just the work-related times).
I fought until I felt my arms growing heavy, my knees getting weak, and my eyesight fading in and out of focus. I would have worried about falling, but the sisters clutched me with wiry arms.
And, of course, the Greeblies still clutched onto my thighs, though their free hands were wandering higher. I don’t know if my struggles were making my skirt ride up, or if their hands were the cause, but I felt slender fingers well above the tops of my stockings.
I wasn’t able to worry about their grabby hands or sinister plans much longer…I was losing consciousness, and once I was out, I wouldn’t have any say in what happened to me.
Whatever treatments were included in the ‘Surprise Me’ weekend package, I was theirs to do with as they pleased!
~~~to be continued~~~
Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
A simple lingerie modeling gig for Kara and Evie turns into being displayed as status symbols in a Hutt clan reunion (as such gigs sometimes do).
The outcast Corpulus the Hutt wanted to impress his elders, and what better way than to arrive with a couple pretty blonde slave girls as arm-candy (or belly-candy, as it were).
The girls are still hoping they’ll get paid and go home to a very long hot bath. But hey, this is Kar-Vie…so it’s more likely they’ll be used as bargaining chips in a Hutt family feud!
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“He…he licked me, Kara…” Evie mumbled in her daze. Her heavily-lidded eyes were unfocused, lost in a faraway stare. Her mouth lolled open from her slackened jaw. “He licked me…there…”
“Oh come on, Eves,” Kara tried to comfort her girlfriend. “You’ve been licked plenty of times before. I’ve never heard you complain when I do it. Or that hunky half orc – what was his name?”
“Not…not like this…” Evie continued to mumble as if lost in the memory. “He…he went everywhere…inside…outside…upside down…”
“Eves, it’s not like it was the first time for that, either…I mean, Marv’s tongue…mmmm…” Now it was Kara’s turn to be temporarily lost in memory. “And what about that talented kobold guard? He had such dexterity with his.”
“Not just there, Kares…” Evie sighed. “He also went…”
“OH.” Kara paused. She could tell that whatever else the Hutt had done to Evie in his private chamber, it had left her rattled – which was quite unusual. Usually, the kinkier the better for Evie.
Evie began to slump to her side until a sharp tug at her collar made her gasp in surprise. Her beastly new ‘master’ pulled her back against his slimy body. She settled back in, leaning against the giant slug’s belly and tried to ignore the gurgling sounds from within.
“Hold yer pose, slave girl,” his voice gurgled from behind her. “Gotta make it look good, we’s almost there.”
Kara shot a look at Evie while holding her own reclining pose. “Hang in there, Eves…we just have to play the role a bit longer. You’ve got this!” Usually Kara had to be the stoic one and keep Evie’s enthusiasm in check, so it was weird seeing her so apprehensive.
“I don’t know if I can, Kares…look, there’s more of them…what if they all want to…”
“Snap out of it!” Kara hissed. “We’ve been in worse situations. Besides, this is all your fault. I told you that ‘Fett Modeling Agency’ was a front for an escort service!”
“But the bald man seemed so nice…and he said we could keep the outfits.” Evie protested.
“Well you should have been suspicious when he said the Jawas were our transportation to the shoot.” Kara shot back. “Or at least when the Jawas put control collars on us!”
“Ugh…” Evie shuddered. “Such handsy little cretins. And so many of them…”
“And now we’re a hundred miles out into the desert playing slave girl, leashed and naked, and not a squirt of sunscreen to be found,” Kara complained. “I swear, if my fair skin gets burned…”
“I said I was sorry!” Evie whined. “Look, maybe we can hitch a ride back with those Tuskens. You like the strong, silent type.”
“Quiet!” the vile beast holding their leashes commanded, his words coming out with a belch of fetid air. His command came with another firm jerk on their collars. “Slave girls of the Hutt serve in silence. You was hired to look pretty and expensive and submissive. Now act like it!”
“Yes, Sir,” Kara and Evie muttered in unison.
“UNCLE!” the grotesque Hutt bellowed. “I seek an audience with the clan.” He gestured toward Evie and Kara before him. “And I bring gifts for my elders,” he continued with a bow of his head.
“Gifts?” Kara cried out in alarm. Then she gave her girlfriend a glare. “Dammit, Evie…”
An equally disgusting and enormous slug turned his platform to face theirs. “Corpulus,” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You have some nerve showing your face here.” Then he paused and looked over the collared blonde girls between them.
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
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Lexi is enjoying her kidnap roleplay with Agent Katie. She’s taking total advantage of the opportunity to dominate – and mess with – her trusting and submissive girlfriend...
Not essential, but I recommend checking out parts 1-3 first:
1. 2. 3.
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The ride to Lexi’s place – tied up in the trunk of her car – seemed to take forever. It was bumpy and hot and really claustrophobic. And I swear she must have taken the longest route possible. Her promise to ‘have her way with me for the rest of the night’ probably added to my anticipation and made the wait seem even longer.
Once she got me inside her place, she swapped out my simple duct tape wrapping with an elaborate rope harness. She spent an inordinate amount of time wrapping my ankles and wrists, tucking and cinching the ropes around my chest and arms, and tugging on the crotch rope that connected all the way up to a collar of ropes about my neck.
Lexi left me to struggle hogtied on her floor while she went to change into an even more extreme dominatrix outfit than before. She traded in her stretchy jeans and halter top for some thigh-high boots and an ‘outfit’ that was little more than a pair of leather straps!
When she returned, she fondled my breasts and teased at my nipples with enthusiasm, easing me into a highly aroused state, before dipping her fingertips between my legs and working me up into a frenzy of desire.
Before long, my sighs and moans of pleasure filled the room. Soon I was to the point of begging her to stop toying with me and to really have her way with me – as she promised – or to at least let me pleasure her.
Kneeling before her, wrapped so snugly in her ropes, I pleaded with her, promising her anything if she would just take me and make me hers. Anything, but this relentless teasing!
I must have finally either persuaded her or provoked her to act, because she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up on my knees, making me sway and lean into her to keep my balance.
“You are such a wanton little submissive, so eager to please and be given pleasure,” she murmured. “And you’re putting on such a good show for everyone!”
“Uh…a show, Mistress? What do…” my voice trailed off, not sure what she meant, or who ‘everyone’ might be. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, right over there,” she said, pointing toward where her laptop and webcam sat on her desk. She used her grip on my hair to point my face in that direction. “Everyone watching you right now must be enjoying themselves as much as I am!” she gave a soft laugh. “Smile for the camera, my pet.”
“Wait…what…who?” I stammered. “Who is watching?” Was she messing with me?
“Well, everyone, I imagine,” she laughed. “Now let’s show them just how much of a good girl you can be…go ahead, beg me again to make you mine…louder now, for your fans…”
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Waitaminit…is Lexi really broadcasting their intimate roleplay for everyone to see? Or is this perhaps just a little ‘mind-fuck’ where she’s having some fun with her trusting submissive?
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This sexy kinky fun times image is from my friend and collaborator @AlucardsSpirit
If you enjoyed, go check out his page for even more kinky fun times!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thank you for making this the BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Deena has reached the final four in my friend @Dxc2005 ‘s latest melee fighting tournament!
AND I’m partnering with him to write the narration of the play-by-play.
The text below is for page 20 of the series. Go follow his page to see the rest, and see if Deena can get the win!
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Julia’s knockout blow left Zoey on her back, sprawled over Jessica, whose uplifted toned rear was now Zoey’s headrest! Zoey’s limp neck left her face tilted forward with her chin resting on her chest.
Julia stood triumphantly over Zoey, surveying her handiwork with a wicked grin. After a moment of gloating, she surveyed the remaining fighters on the platform, confidently looking for her next matchup.
“Alright, who’s next?” she called out, hoping to distract the other sparring pairs.
She decided to let Deena and Esseni wear each other out, and turned instead toward Camilia and Selene. “Which one of you two wants to go down next?” she taunted them.
Knowing how formidable Julia was, Camilla and Selene exchanged glances, nodded, and then ganged up on Julia! They each took a step backward and turned to counter Julia’s approach.
On the opposite side of the platform, Deena and Esseni continued their measured pace. After a near miss by Deena, Esseni went on offense, causing Deena to block and take steps back against Jessica and Zoey.
“You’re still pretty new here,” Esseni hissed. “You really think you have what it takes to best me?”
“New or not, I’ll not bow down to anyone, no matter how legendary,” Deena replied.
“Legendary, eh?” Esseni snickered. “You trying to flatter me, blondie?”
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Please go check out his work and find out how Deena fares in her matches!
And check out his feature length stories on his gumroad, too!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you for making 2023 the BEST YEAR EVER! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Today is the ninth in a new series where I’ll feature images from one of my artist friends.
Today’s spotlight is on @samsa23 , a skilled and creative writer who also is an accomplished 3D artist.
I first read some of his work when he wrote an Agent Katie story to go along with one of my #QBTuesday posts:
Follow the links above to his Agent Katie story.
Then, I discovered a series of his that he wrote, that I really loved, ‘Homecoming,’ featuring his very pretty blonde OC, Alice:
She also stars in a few other series he wrote, notably ‘Reunion.’
When I asked @samsa23 about some of his favorite artwork of his own, he wanted to share the ‘Song of the Jailbird’ image above, found here:
And ‘Rey’s Angel Training,’ found here:
His writing is very details with great imagery and he keeps the pace moving…PLEASE go check out his work and show him some love!
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Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
“If to cross this bridge, thy desire be,” intoned the glowing orb, “answer thee, my questions three!“
Deena’s travels were interrupted by a luminous sphere floating above a bridge. It guarded the only crossing of the great lava flow for miles in either direction, and Deena had neither the time not the patience for the delay.
“I care not whether you are demon or mage,” she replied, unsheathing her sword. “I have no time for silly games. You will yield.”
“My questions, you will find, are simple and fair.” The orb pulsed and shimmered as it ‘spoke.’ “Even for one such as you, graced with blonde hair.”
“Hey now, watch yourself,” Deena warned with a scowl. “Fine. Ask away…but may we dispense with the annoying rhyming?”
“Fine,” the orb replied with a huff. “First, what is your name, by what are you known?”
“I am Deena, former Captain of the Guard,” she offered. Then with a snort, she added, “and, I suppose, Usurper of the Realm.”
“A fine name indeed, by those you know best. Where does your path lead, what is your quest?”
“I warned you about the rhyming,” Deena sneered, clearly irritated by now. “My quest? I don’t know…go on a raid, hopefully get paid, maybe get laid.”
“Charming,” the orb scoffed. “An easy one, for you then. What is your favorite color?”
“Favorite color?” she replied in surprise. “Umm…gold? Red? Wait…no, blue!”
“A pity,” the orb mused. “Due to that pause, you’ll fail in your cause.”
Deena found herself levitated in the air, swinging her arms helplessly, as the orb forced her over the edge of the bridge. “Wait!! You didn’t ask if that was my final answer!”
“Such rules are unneeded, excepting a game show.” The orb’s voice was actually chuckling now. “My warning unheeded, into the lava you go!”
“STOPPP!” she screamed as she fell. “I can’t take any more rhyming!!!!”
“If your desire to Usurp the Realm is insistent,” the voice of the orb called out. “Perhaps you should first become flame resistant!”
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Unfortunately for Deena, ‘the orb’ tolerated neither indecisiveness nor impatience…so into the lava flow, she had to go.
The above is the result of a fun little game my friend @Dxc2005 initiated – answer three questions and cross the bridge; fail, and be tossed into the lava. Huge thanks to him for including Deena in his fun game. And credit also to Sabrina “Sabasha” for that great ‘fire resistant’ line!
Go check @Dxc2005 out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and series.
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Determined to track down the mysterious (and kinky) Greeblies, Agent Katie checks into The Manor to investigate the connection between the ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants’ d/b/a ‘The Manor,’ and ‘Jonut 21, LLC.’
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I didn’t set out to investigate Jonut21, and certainly not the Sinister Sisters of the Manor.
But a good agent is a curious agent, and a good agent follows the clues that their curiosity uncovers. And my curiosity has never let me down before! Or almost never. Well, perhaps occasionally it got me into a little trouble. And a little bondage. Or discipline and submission.
So win-win, really!
You know that saying, ‘curiosity killed the cat?’ Well, for me it’s more like ‘curiosity compromised the Katie.’
So anyway…after another particularly rigorous ‘kinky sexy fun time’ in the hands of the Greeblies, (and also a couple goblins and a horny toad), my curiosity demanded that I trace those little creatures back to their origins (and not at all because I thought maaaybe I might end up in their clutches again).
And though the kinky little creeps were insidious chaotic creatures of mischief, they also had to answer to somebody…but to whom? If I could identify who they worked for, I could totally avoid running into them accidentally on purpose.
Before hitting the field work, I did some computer-assisted digging. And no, that’s not a euphemism for surfing kinky websites (though I totally did that, too). Wouldn’t you know, there were random references to ‘Greeblies’ here and there. Indexing and cross-referencing the mentions brought up a rather strange related reference: “SS&A, d/b/a The Manor.”
‘The Manor.’ Where had I heard that before? Oh yes…it was a common thread in some unusual behavior among some of the female personalities of DA. Several well-known personalities such as @Chickfighter , @CalamityConcepts , @Lady-Distracto , and even the Colt Sisters had all disappeared for a couple days before their eventual return.
When asked where they’d been, they would reply ‘The Manor,’ often with a blush on their cheeks and a faraway look in their eyes. When pressured for details, answers varied from ‘none of your business,’ to ‘it’s personal,’ to ‘due to an NDA and advice of counsel, I can’t say more.’
This new information revved up my curiosity. I needed to learn more for myself. A little more digging revealed that ‘SS&A’ referred to ‘Sinister Sisters & Assistants, who were the proprietors of an exclusive boutique hotel listed as – wouldn’t you know it – ‘The Manor.’
That alone would have been plenty to go on, but one further nugget of information sealed my curiosity tighter than a thick leather collar with a locking buckle on a six foot lead. ‘SS&A’ was a subsidiary of ‘Jonut21 LLC.’ His status as a villain – albeit a quite pleasant, generous and handsome one – wrapped up all the other connections into a tight little constrictor knot.
(you’ll have to pardon all my bdsm metaphors, I always get a little wound up before field work).
Anywhoo, the website for ‘The Manor’ showed a perfectly normal looking little Victorian house converted into a cute boutique B&B (I’m fairly certain B&G was a typo on their site). There were various special packages offered, from spa treatments to wardrobe consultations to etiquette and deportment training, to an intriguing offering called ‘dinner and a show-off.’
I wasn’t sure what to choose, so I selected the ‘Surprise Me Combo’ and booked a two night stay in ‘The Red Room.’ It was a curious name for a B&B room, which usually had names like ‘the lilac room’ and such, but the listing said it featured ‘the most unique furniture you’ve ever seen!’ so I just had to check it out.
I cleared my appointments for the long holiday weekend, set up my email and voicemail to be auto-forwarded to Junior Agent Blair Morris, and headed out for some investigating! I was determined to be the bottom, I mean, get to the bottom of this mystery!
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As expected, The Manor appeared to be a perfectly normal little Victorian B&B. It was neat, tidy, and well maintained – although a bit dated looking. Upon stepping inside, I got that curious sense of a place being much larger on the inside than it appears on the outside.
The Sisters were warm and welcoming, if a bit odd and eccentric looking. They definitely needed to get out in the sun a bit more! And they had such a curious way of speaking; their word choices always seemed a bit off, much like the typos on their website such as ‘B&G’ instead of ‘B&B.’
For example, they said, ‘let’s get you checked out,’ instead of ‘checked in.’ They ushered me into a parlor for registration, which they referred to as the ‘induction room.’ They also told me not to worry about my luggage, their ‘trans-porters’ would ‘manhandle’ it for me.
I didn’t get a good look at the porters; they were small and quick – they must have been the nieces or nephews of the proprietresses. The sisters assured me that their ‘little helpers’ would be right back with some ‘welcoming accessories.’ I assumed they meant ‘amenities.’
“We’re so pleased you’ve come to investigateThe Manor, lovely Miss Katie.” The tall slender sister spoke in a precise, clipped tone. Despite her kind words, she looked disapprovingly at my typical outfit of tailored jacket and blouse over black skirt. “That is quite snug and revealing apparel you wear.”
“Uh…this? This is just my work uniform?” I tried in vain to cover my surprise at her choice of words. “Well, um…yes, I’ve been eager to ‘check out’ your lovely establishment. I uh…am looking forward to some rest and pampering this holiday weekend!”
“Oh yes, yes!” the other sister gushed. The shorter and more heavy-set sister circled closer around me, also seeming to be checking out my appearance. “We’re delighted you chose our most comprehensive package. Rest assured, we won’t hold anything back to make sure you get the full experience you deserve!”
Both sisters edged closer to me. I became a little uneasy as they started to move behind me, but I wasn’t really alarmed until I felt the taller sister’s surprisingly strong grip on my upper arms.
“Uh…wait…what’s…what are you doing?” I stammered. I had a bad feeling about this. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the two porters return – they were Greeblies, with eager grins on their faces – and carrying restraints!
“Relax, Miss Katie,” the slender sister ordered in a firm tone. “You said in your request that you wanted to ‘let go’ and give yourself over to The Manor, and you shall – we shall give you the VIP treatment, as it were.”
“Yes, yes!” the shorter sister enthused. “Just relax and let us take good care of you!”
~~~to be continued~~~
Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for the gift!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
The twenty combatants stood in a circle, enshrouded in darkness.
Dancing flames in cauldrons marked the corners of the platform on which they stood. The luminescence of their lingerie and fighting mitts gave off the only other light, casting a soft glow over toned bodies and soft flesh.
One by one the women had been delivered to this platform in the middle of the lake, hooded until the moment all were in position, preserving the element of surprise. Many could have guessed at some of the names on the roster, but none could have predicted them all.
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My friend @Dxc2005 has kicked off another melee fighting tournament, and this time, not only has he invited my OC Deena (and her killer abs) to participate, I’m partnering with him to write the narration of the play-by-play.
The text above is for page 1. See the beginning of the entire series here:
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Kara and Evie go on a quick quest to rid the realm of a troublesome troll.
But how do two beautiful blonde warrior women trick a troll out of his den in daytime?
C’mon…it’s Kar-Vie…how do you think they’re going to do it???
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“Kara!” Evie exclaimed, giving her a big grin and another thumbs up. “You did awesome! I’m so proud of you! You improvised just great in an unpredictable situation! You…”
“You seriously didn’t anticipate anything like this?” Kara scowled at Evie and tugged at the rope binding her wrists again. “Or maybe think that we could have started a little closer to sunrise?”
Evie could now see that Kara’s body was still mounted atop the troll’s rock hard – literally, rock hard!– cock, while her legs dangled uselessly in midair. One of her thighs still rested in the troll’s right hand, while his other hand still circled around her wrists.
She would be utterly unable to pull herself off of his solid stone member without some help.
“Oooh…that looks…ouch…” Evie stammered, grimacing. “Hang on, I’ll grab lube from my kit.”
“Figures you keep lube in your pack,” Kara sneered. “I could’ve used that thirty minutes ago.”
“Oh? You wanna try getting free without lube now?” Evie retorted.
Kara shot her another death-glare. “GET…ME…DOWN…NOW!!!”
~~~fin~~~
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And so we come to the end of another kinky sexy fun Kar-Vie collaboration with @ArtofVenus
11 page story with 13 images, censored on DA.
If you don’t want to wait, the complete PDF in uncensored 4K HD available now at: katied.gumroad.com/l/uepwk
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
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