It had been months. The two foreign men had learned the language of the native hyena people, and distributed what learning they could, learning in turn from them. Like good Frenchmen they wanted to become one with them. They had observed but never participated in sacred doings, until the night the heavy widow Marakees was tied to a reed altar and proclaimed she was going to take two husbands as was her right. It was a rare ritual. The fleshy drumming that made outsiders tribesmen.
They knew they would have to send word back home, report all they had learned, see about their finances. Import new things, establish trade, be good emissaries for their new tribe. At some point. Perhaps it could wait. Their spot-hided offspring would learn their fathers' tongue and bring very good word about the tribe.
This was fun. A wonderful, frankly beautiful commission from
\n\t\t\t\t\tPervygent whose fleshy, dynamic, colorful and curvy style was absolutely perfect when combined with his skill with bondage details to make this scene that would feel at home in a spicier pulp magazine. That's Gabe and an unnamed partner, or his hands anyhow, drumming out some native rhythms on Marakees' tits. The characters are versatile enough to be basically everywhere. What I really like is he captured her particular "thing", which is her coat is specifically meant to be especially dark. And that she has a massive shelf ass.Art by
\n\t\t\t\t\tPervygentGabe is mine
Marakees belongs to
\n\t\t\t\t\tSiraj