MYO-1917: Bra on Horns, Panty as Eyepatch

Almost pursing his lips, almost smacking them, “Mmm, orange cream...” This expressed by Evan, the lust bun in scant clothes, less than enthusiastically. After a thought, he carefully passing the half bitten chocolate to tid horns. Taking the half eaten piece in hand first, feeling it sticky, he quickly popped it in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully as he looked around the church. Like it was popped, bursted, th...

The church, as the wooden doors creaked open, could have been empty just from a glance. Light pierced the glass and were blades of various colored beams of light, ready to settle along the ground and warm it just so. Despite her wearing dark clothes, the light that hit her almost seemed to warm the tones of her, but he knew she must’ve been cold, settled down in the pews with the usual type of scant clothing she was most familiar with. ...