<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/80/0d/05800da63394cebd024020d687bbe7cf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>Tamaa pulls off Faru cock.   Looks up towards his face, meeting his gaze.   For several moments she looked at her man.   Then pulled her gaze away with her turning.  Repositioning herself onto her hands and knees.   Her ass in the air pointed at Faru.   She turns her head and looks back at her man.  The thought warmed her when it came, and she blushes to that thought.   To others, he might seem gruff, a brute.  To her, he is a knight, a soldier, and he is perfect.<br/><br/>"Come ride me."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>