The weight of 9 Haifans we felt at the Dance Competition at Asperiche. This excellent event is held in both Sunrise and Sunset editions often at their Home Stone. We had two kaijrae participating in this month's event, including Phaedra and Rosita. Phaedra danced in a pleasing enough manner to be awarded 2nd place. If she wins any more awards her kennel cage will collapse from the weight of her trophies. All girls at the event danced well enough to please the free.
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| Koardan, Ray - Maser of Phaedra, and Marl look on with the Haifa Kajira waiting for our turn to take the sands. |
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| Haifans watch our Rosita perform her graduation dance for audience |
Phaedra
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| Phaedra brings her skills to the sand before the judges Her amazing performance earned her 2nd place. |
Phaedra rises on dainty feet with a dancers grace, shapely limbs swaying seductively, pirouetting before knees buckle, smooth leg perfectly pointed jutting out to the side while submissively bending forward. Nimble fingers unhook the metal chain that encompass a slender waist letting elegant silks cascade to the ground. Thighs closing tight against her own want and desire, leaning back a wet moist tongue peaks out, licking inviting lips. "Please!" she cries out humbly in sheer desperation scanning the tavern once more. Forcing herself up tall, eyes close tight as bare toes drag through the sand.
Phaedra's naked form sinks down to all fours, head hung low as desperate hands grip the tawny sands, propelling a humble, cowering body forward, every last ounce of pride stripped away like the discarded silks only one thing remains. Lifting up, arms beseeching calling out, offering up the lowly slave. "I beg to please!" Shaken hands reach up clasping the sheer veil still infused with the masculine scent, ripping it roughly and discarding it to the side like the last of her inhibitions.
Rosita
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| Rosita drapes the sands with her exquisite beauty in the morning air |
Rosita's body writhes as cupful is heightened. Intent glare of conviction, deliriously bestowed in his direction, as tempestuous rhythms tip ruby hued contents in soft ripples across heat blushed skin. Droplets catch to gather, pooling in disguised crevices of humming flesh. White silks blossoming rose from seductive streams.
Rosita leans forward, abdomen pulsating as craving's leash tightens. Cup falling between widely parted thighs, lithe limbs extend pro-offering sweetened tastings of slave's slickened pelt.
Rosita's quivering form languidly spills before him. Provocative smile crossing charged distances as sinful glide of sodden fabrics clutched delicately in purposeful grasp, expose remaining barriers of cravings.
