It was a revelation that brought no solace, an enlightenment that she did not find pleasing. Just moments ago she marveled to herself on her breast and skin privilege; now this 死洋鬼 gained an upper hand despite her shrieking in pain. There was just that natural beauty to those golden strands coupled with their soothing touch which enraged Ai Lin. The fight and self-evaluations seemed to go back and forth with no clear winner; she wanted to end it. She must be the winner, she had to be the fairest of them both.
lovely indeed , the whole setup and characters are perfectly choosed and displayed , please keep up the good work
You're almost there, Agnieszka, and then you'll be able to sink your fingers deep in Ai Lin's coarse locks and show her you're the Queen of Hairpulling. An amazing set of images. Can't wait for the next group.