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Malaika’s back still burned like fire, and only with an effort, she suppressed a groan. She wasn’t alone and hence kept her eyes shut and remained motionless to not give away that she was no longer unconscious. She knew she wasn’t in immediate danger.\n\nMalaika was embraced and caressed. The strong embrace and soft touches were what her mind and body craved right now. She didn’t want it to stop---ever! “Safe!” Malaika thought. She felt genuinely safe and comforted. Admittedly the term safe in a slave camp is quite iffy, but for now, at this moment, Malaika couldn’t think of a single place she would want to be rather than the strong arms of the other fur. \n\nTime became meaningless---well---except it didn’t---how much of it has passed? Malaika did know she had passed out, but not for how long she had remained unconscious. Ultimately she had woken up in the arms of her---yes her!---since her own head rested undoubtedly between two breasts. The other girl was nude, too; the fur of their bodies brushed against each other’s when they breathed.\n\nMalaika still didn’t dare to move---or rather didn’t want to, and simply refused to. The hand of the other girl was too comforting and pleasant. Caressing her fur, playing with her ear. And all the while, Malaika inhaled the scent of that woman. \n\nFine, she smelled quite sweaty and dirty. Slaves were rarely given the opportunity to wash. Since rainy days were supposed to take care of that. Though, the arid climate made that a tad too sporadic. Even with her eyes still closed, it was apparent that the other girl was an inmate of Red Rock too. Still, it was the smell of another woman. Besides, Malaika didn’t even want to know how bad she must have smelled herself. \n\nBefore she arrived at Red Rock, she was locked in a pillory and mocked, spit on, and rotten fruits and eggs were thrown at her. She was there for over a week and probably still smelled like a compost heap. Some of the more disgusting individuals even pissed on her! Ugh! And the most rotten ones raped her---her stomach still threatened to turn from those memories.\n\nMalaika forced her mind back into the here and now. While being in Red Rock wasn’t a positive thought, being with the other women was. She always preferred the company of females over those of men. Especially intimate company. A tendency that was not quite accepted by many. In fact, so unacceptable to them that one might end up in a pillory for ten days, followed by a 10-year sentence in Red Rock. \n\nIt was a sad day when she visited one of the brothels that satisfied every need, quirk, and kink. She was a regular and, as usual, asked for the company of a woman. But on this day, in precisely this brothel, a razzia by the city guard was conducted. They knocked down the door to the first room they encountered and found a Leopard courtesan and her Lioness customer, which had some explicit fun until then. Malaika couldn’t have been caught more red-handed. It was most unfortunate for her more than for the Leopard girl. The courtesan was already a slave and owned by whoever rented her to the brothel. Her owner might be required to pay a small fine, but that’s it. Malaika herself, though, well, she ended up here.\n\nWhat the judges would say if they could see her right now? Embraced by another naked woman! She smiled and finally opened her eyes. Yellow fur on a muscular body?! She immediately recognized her “lifesaver”. That body belonged to the Lioness that whipped her so brutally! No, incorrect! The Lioness, who they forced to hit her so brutally. Still, this girl caused her much pain!\n\n“Stop!” Malaika thought to herself. She was angry and frustrated about everything and all right now. While it was enticingly easy to vent her frustration and anger toward the Lioness, it would be highly unfair. That girl suffered as much as a slave and prisoner as she did herself. Accusing her won’t be helpful to either of them. Further, the girl tried to help her, albeit unsuccessfully. \n\nThough, what mattered most: those goddamn hands scratching her ears felt divine! Malaika didn’t want to think that it was worth enduring the torture for that---but it came close! However, while she’d love to lay in the other girl’s lap forever, that option likely didn’t exist. So, she noisily cleared her throat. Before she began to talk to the other Lioness, who finally noticed that Malaika had woken up.\n\n“Good morning! Do you happen to know why my back hurts so much?” Malaika proclaimed cheerfully while the other Lioness tensed up. “I think to remember someone tried to be a hero and presented the worst attempt I’ve ever witnessed.” She continued, still without bitterness or accusation in her voice. She just wanted to get rid of the Elephant in the room. “Are there Elephants in this camp?” She thought, “Oh god damn nonsense! Who cares?” she scolded herself silently. \n\nThe, now tense, Lioness holding her had stopped petting her head. “Uh---Oh--I----” Malaika heard the other Lioness stammer.\n\n“But it was the first time someone tried to be MY hero!” Malaika continued, “Thank you!” She looked the other Lioness in the eyes with a smile. It indeed was true, as lackluster as the result may have been, no one ever had done something comparable for her. The Lioness tried to stand up for her, protecting her, and this gesture was priceless. \n\n“I’m Malaika.” She continued, setting up the still paralyzed girl for an easy reply. \n\n“Ah---my name---Malaika---no---I’mean---Ralka---My name is Ralka---.”\n\nRalka, a name from the Northern Realms, Malaika recognized. She knew things like that since her parents used to be renowned traders and cartographers.\n\n“From the North judging by your name? I’m afraid my journey wasn’t as long as yours. I used to live in the capital just a few hours from here.”\n\n“You---you are one of them?” Ralka growled.\n\nMalaika winced: “My people make a bad first impression, I’m afraid---but---we’re not all that way.” She attempted a smile. “And it hadn’t always been that way.”\n\nRalka grunted, “Let’s not talk about the Empire---it’s not a good topic among slaves.”\n\nMalaika’s smile became earnest once more. She neither desired to talk about her home---or former home. Officially she wasn’t a citizen of the Empire during her punishment. “How about we talk about you instead? I’d like to learn more about my savior.” After a short pause, she added. “But please don’t save me too often; I might not survive that!” Malaika laughed.\n\nRalka smiled, but it appeared forced. Then she answered, “There’s not much to say. I lived in the Northern Kingdom and served as a soldier to escape marriage. Then the Empire attacked, and we lost. Now I’m here.”\n\nRalka had recovered entirely from her initial shock after she learned that Malaika was born in the Empire. Since then, the other Lioness showed considerably less warmth toward her. Malaika didn’t blame her; the Empire has grown expansionist and hostile toward others over the past decade. Yet, she didn’t let herself dissuade. Malaika was certain about one thing. So she pursued further. “Escaping marriage? You didn’t like your betrothed, or you preferred the freedom of being unbound.”\n\nIt took a while before Ralka answered. “Neither---”\n\nMalaika knew the answer, so she helped a little. While not a pace she enjoyed, preferred, or considered adequate, this wasn’t the place for a slow romance. Who knows what horrors will happen tomorrow. “You prefer girls then? Liiike I do? Malaika put on her sweetest smile.\n\n“Uhm---well---yeah---” \n\nMalaika smiled. “I slept with a girl. Hence why we are now talking. Wouldn’t have been a big deal in the past---but these days---the Empire has changed, not for the better.”\n\n“W-what happened to your girlfriend?” Ralka asked\n\n“Oh---nono, not a friend. She---uhm---was a whore. Then a razzia, and now I’m here.”\n\n“Oh---” Was all Ralka replied.\n\nMalaika continued to force the conversation forward. “Funny how I ended up with a like-minded Lioness despite that. Maybe that place isn’t so bad after all?” She smiled when she said that.\n\nRalka took a deep breath. “You’re going to change your opinion about that very soon. This place is bad---. With joy, Malaika noticed that Ralka once more began to caress her head and ear. Not that she doubted the truth about Ralka’s statement. She wasn’t so naive to honestly believe that this was anything but a hellish place, no matter how many Ralkas she’d met here.\n\n“I know, my back can tell a story about that!” She laughed while saying this and changed her position. She still sat on Ralka’s lap but now faced her directly. Their bare breasts touched, and their hard nipples rubbed onto each other. Malaika blushed when fluids ran down her legs from her moist pussy and dripped onto Ralka. \n\nShe put her hands on the broad shoulders of the strong Lioness and looked her into the eyes. “Though--- if you keep doing that with my ear, I might accept being in a bad place for that!” She giggled while staring into Ralka’s eyes. And then---kissed her, hoping that the other Lioness would give into it. Malaika worried that she was going too fast. But if she waited for Ralka to make the first step, she might wait for a long time. Why were the big and strong ones always so anxious if it came to those things? Anyway, she didn’t have months to wait for a romance to slowly build in a place like this! So, she instead pushed her luck,--- to---just to maybe for once having a girlfriend---a real one, not one she pays for a night! \n\nRalka did give into the kiss. A long wet kiss, one Malaika had never experienced before. Making out with someone who wants it too was so refreshing, exciting, and satisfying. The whores back in the city were usually slaves, forced to make money for their owners. Their enthusiasm was rarely honest, and the guilt of using a slave tainted the experience further. But here and now, both of them wanted it. After the kiss broke, Malaika said: “You know as much as I love you scratching me behind the ear, there is a spot further down that desires attention desperately.” while guiding Ralka’s hand toward her wet nethers.\n\nRalka didn’t talk, but her muscles had relaxed considerably, and she was breathing heavily with lust. Malaika was happy about that change in demeanor. Soon, first one, then two large fingers entered her pussy. What a divine sensation! That huge bulky Lioness knew what she was doing down there! Malaika, in return, began to caress one of Ralka’s nipples with her petite hands while she slowly suckled on the other. The sweet taste of a few drops of milk coated her mouth. Her tongue kept carefully working Ralka’s nipple, who moaned in turn. \n\nRalka began to push in and out of Malaika’s vagina faster and faster. At the same time, she rubbed the Lioness’s clitoris with her thumb. It didn’t take long before Malaika’s body couldn’t handle it anymore and gave in to a long, intense climax. Followed by a second one. ---And then a third. Malaika had stopped sucking on Ralka’s breast and instead moaned freely and loudly with her head bedded between the strong Lioness’s breasts. \n\n“Damn, you know what you’re doing! That was great!.” The sweating Malaika said after Ralka had stopped and retrieved her fingers, though not before coaxing out 6 orgasms in total from the small Lioness. “I wish we’d met before we ended up here! The big strong warrior does not happen to know a way out?” Malaika laughed.\n\nRalka, who apparently did not fall suddenly mute as Malaika worried, finally spoke again and answered. “To the north, west, and east sprawls the Empire. Running around there naked with our slave shackles gets us nowhere. And the desert in the south is untraversable. So, no, I don’t. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”\n\n“You don’t seem to be concerned about the breaking out part? Like the palisades, the guards. Did you forget about that?”\n\n“The guards are no match for me, and the palisade isn’t high. Neither would be an issue for me.” Ralka bragged. \n\n“Oh yeah? Well then, who says the desert is untraversable?” \n\n“What do you mean?” Ralka asked, and Malaika noticed how she perked her ears.\n\n“Well, you might be a strong and tough warrior beating down the whole camp on your own, buuut---maybe---I might know how to traverse the untraversable.” Malaika smiled.\n\n“How?”\n\nMalaika kept smiling triumphantly. “My parents used to be traders and cartographers. At night I know how the stars guide us through the desert! The locations of the waterholes aren’t a secret to me either. And lastly, I know the caravan routes and how to avoid them staying unseen. So you still think you can beat up the guards and get us out?”\n\n“Yes.” Ralka simply answered. “It requires some planning, though.”\n\n“Mhmm,” Malaika answered. She wasn’t sure if Ralka just bragged or if she actually;---might freedom be possible? Did it matter? Of course, it did! She didn’t want to die nude and in shame crushing stones with a hammer. Yet having met another girl that’s into girls---into her---what strangely fortunate fate. If they truly would be able to escape successfully---she wouldn’t count this whole ordeal of being condemned to Red Rock as bad luck. \n\nMalaika silently lay in Ralka’s arm when the large gate to the building opened and dozens of slaves entered. Most of them were sweaty and exhausted from hard labor. Looking into their tired faces made Malaika think. “I hope Ralka can pull it off! I don’t want to stay here! How would a weak Lioness like me survive here?” Even with the backing of Ralka, that seemed like a challenge she’d happily avoid. That aside, her back told a story that Ralka’s backing so far wasn’t stellar. \n\nAfter a meager meal---meager in taste and quality, not in quantity---most slaves fell quickly asleep. The chef certainly did deserve a whipping for that hogwash! Still, with Ralka’s encouragement, she ate as much as she could. \n\nAfter the “dinner,” Ralka’s hand once more reached down to Malaika’s nethers. She startled! Unlike before, the room was crowded with dozens of furries! Ralka whispered in her ear: “Don’t worry! Look, they’re all asleep---or busy themselves.” Ralka pointed toward a pair of male Squirrels sucking each other’s cock. \n\nWhile still unsure about making out while surrounded by a large pile of people, Malaika quickly gave in. After all, at a dire place like this, she should not miss out on a single encounter to have fun with Ralka. Who knows how long it will last?\n\n______\n\nI have a Telegram Channel, see if it is something for you and consider joining. [url=https://inkbunny.net/j/420935-Volatus-telegram]Info here[/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Slowly she woke up. Malaika’s back still burned like fire, and only with an effort, she suppressed a groan. She wasn’t alone and hence kept her eyes shut and remained motionless to not give away that she was no longer unconscious. She knew she wasn’t in immediate danger.

Malaika was embraced and caressed. The strong embrace and soft touches were what her mind and body craved right now. She didn’t want it to stop---ever! “Safe!” Malaika thought. She felt genuinely safe and comforted. Admittedly the term safe in a slave camp is quite iffy, but for now, at this moment, Malaika couldn’t think of a single place she would want to be rather than the strong arms of the other fur.

Time became meaningless---well---except it didn’t---how much of it has passed? Malaika did know she had passed out, but not for how long she had remained unconscious. Ultimately she had woken up in the arms of her---yes her!---since her own head rested undoubtedly between two breasts. The other girl was nude, too; the fur of their bodies brushed against each other’s when they breathed.

Malaika still didn’t dare to move---or rather didn’t want to, and simply refused to. The hand of the other girl was too comforting and pleasant. Caressing her fur, playing with her ear. And all the while, Malaika inhaled the scent of that woman.

Fine, she smelled quite sweaty and dirty. Slaves were rarely given the opportunity to wash. Since rainy days were supposed to take care of that. Though, the arid climate made that a tad too sporadic. Even with her eyes still closed, it was apparent that the other girl was an inmate of Red Rock too. Still, it was the smell of another woman. Besides, Malaika didn’t even want to know how bad she must have smelled herself.

Before she arrived at Red Rock, she was locked in a pillory and mocked, spit on, and rotten fruits and eggs were thrown at her. She was there for over a week and probably still smelled like a compost heap. Some of the more disgusting individuals even pissed on her! Ugh! And the most rotten ones raped her---her stomach still threatened to turn from those memories.

Malaika forced her mind back into the here and now. While being in Red Rock wasn’t a positive thought, being with the other women was. She always preferred the company of females over those of men. Especially intimate company. A tendency that was not quite accepted by many. In fact, so unacceptable to them that one might end up in a pillory for ten days, followed by a 10-year sentence in Red Rock.

It was a sad day when she visited one of the brothels that satisfied every need, quirk, and kink. She was a regular and, as usual, asked for the company of a woman. But on this day, in precisely this brothel, a razzia by the city guard was conducted. They knocked down the door to the first room they encountered and found a Leopard courtesan and her Lioness customer, which had some explicit fun until then. Malaika couldn’t have been caught more red-handed. It was most unfortunate for her more than for the Leopard girl. The courtesan was already a slave and owned by whoever rented her to the brothel. Her owner might be required to pay a small fine, but that’s it. Malaika herself, though, well, she ended up here.

What the judges would say if they could see her right now? Embraced by another naked woman! She smiled and finally opened her eyes. Yellow fur on a muscular body?! She immediately recognized her “lifesaver”. That body belonged to the Lioness that whipped her so brutally! No, incorrect! The Lioness, who they forced to hit her so brutally. Still, this girl caused her much pain!

“Stop!” Malaika thought to herself. She was angry and frustrated about everything and all right now. While it was enticingly easy to vent her frustration and anger toward the Lioness, it would be highly unfair. That girl suffered as much as a slave and prisoner as she did herself. Accusing her won’t be helpful to either of them. Further, the girl tried to help her, albeit unsuccessfully.

Though, what mattered most: those goddamn hands scratching her ears felt divine! Malaika didn’t want to think that it was worth enduring the torture for that---but it came close! However, while she’d love to lay in the other girl’s lap forever, that option likely didn’t exist. So, she noisily cleared her throat. Before she began to talk to the other Lioness, who finally noticed that Malaika had woken up.

“Good morning! Do you happen to know why my back hurts so much?” Malaika proclaimed cheerfully while the other Lioness tensed up. “I think to remember someone tried to be a hero and presented the worst attempt I’ve ever witnessed.” She continued, still without bitterness or accusation in her voice. She just wanted to get rid of the Elephant in the room. “Are there Elephants in this camp?” She thought, “Oh god damn nonsense! Who cares?” she scolded herself silently.

The, now tense, Lioness holding her had stopped petting her head. “Uh---Oh--I----” Malaika heard the other Lioness stammer.

“But it was the first time someone tried to be MY hero!” Malaika continued, “Thank you!” She looked the other Lioness in the eyes with a smile. It indeed was true, as lackluster as the result may have been, no one ever had done something comparable for her. The Lioness tried to stand up for her, protecting her, and this gesture was priceless.

“I’m Malaika.” She continued, setting up the still paralyzed girl for an easy reply.

“Ah---my name---Malaika---no---I’mean---Ralka---My name is Ralka---.”

Ralka, a name from the Northern Realms, Malaika recognized. She knew things like that since her parents used to be renowned traders and cartographers.

“From the North judging by your name? I’m afraid my journey wasn’t as long as yours. I used to live in the capital just a few hours from here.”

“You---you are one of them?” Ralka growled.

Malaika winced: “My people make a bad first impression, I’m afraid---but---we’re not all that way.” She attempted a smile. “And it hadn’t always been that way.”

Ralka grunted, “Let’s not talk about the Empire---it’s not a good topic among slaves.”

Malaika’s smile became earnest once more. She neither desired to talk about her home---or former home. Officially she wasn’t a citizen of the Empire during her punishment. “How about we talk about you instead? I’d like to learn more about my savior.” After a short pause, she added. “But please don’t save me too often; I might not survive that!” Malaika laughed.

Ralka smiled, but it appeared forced. Then she answered, “There’s not much to say. I lived in the Northern Kingdom and served as a soldier to escape marriage. Then the Empire attacked, and we lost. Now I’m here.”

Ralka had recovered entirely from her initial shock after she learned that Malaika was born in the Empire. Since then, the other Lioness showed considerably less warmth toward her. Malaika didn’t blame her; the Empire has grown expansionist and hostile toward others over the past decade. Yet, she didn’t let herself dissuade. Malaika was certain about one thing. So she pursued further. “Escaping marriage? You didn’t like your betrothed, or you preferred the freedom of being unbound.”

It took a while before Ralka answered. “Neither---”

Malaika knew the answer, so she helped a little. While not a pace she enjoyed, preferred, or considered adequate, this wasn’t the place for a slow romance. Who knows what horrors will happen tomorrow. “You prefer girls then? Liiike I do? Malaika put on her sweetest smile.

“Uhm---well---yeah---”

Malaika smiled. “I slept with a girl. Hence why we are now talking. Wouldn’t have been a big deal in the past---but these days---the Empire has changed, not for the better.”

“W-what happened to your girlfriend?” Ralka asked

“Oh---nono, not a friend. She---uhm---was a whore. Then a razzia, and now I’m here.”

“Oh---” Was all Ralka replied.

Malaika continued to force the conversation forward. “Funny how I ended up with a like-minded Lioness despite that. Maybe that place isn’t so bad after all?” She smiled when she said that.

Ralka took a deep breath. “You’re going to change your opinion about that very soon. This place is bad---. With joy, Malaika noticed that Ralka once more began to caress her head and ear. Not that she doubted the truth about Ralka’s statement. She wasn’t so naive to honestly believe that this was anything but a hellish place, no matter how many Ralkas she’d met here.

“I know, my back can tell a story about that!” She laughed while saying this and changed her position. She still sat on Ralka’s lap but now faced her directly. Their bare breasts touched, and their hard nipples rubbed onto each other. Malaika blushed when fluids ran down her legs from her moist pussy and dripped onto Ralka.

She put her hands on the broad shoulders of the strong Lioness and looked her into the eyes. “Though--- if you keep doing that with my ear, I might accept being in a bad place for that!” She giggled while staring into Ralka’s eyes. And then---kissed her, hoping that the other Lioness would give into it. Malaika worried that she was going too fast. But if she waited for Ralka to make the first step, she might wait for a long time. Why were the big and strong ones always so anxious if it came to those things? Anyway, she didn’t have months to wait for a romance to slowly build in a place like this! So, she instead pushed her luck,--- to---just to maybe for once having a girlfriend---a real one, not one she pays for a night!  

Ralka did give into the kiss. A long wet kiss, one Malaika had never experienced before. Making out with someone who wants it too was so refreshing, exciting, and satisfying. The whores back in the city were usually slaves, forced to make money for their owners. Their enthusiasm was rarely honest, and the guilt of using a slave tainted the experience further. But here and now, both of them wanted it. After the kiss broke, Malaika said: “You know as much as I love you scratching me behind the ear, there is a spot further down that desires attention desperately.” while guiding Ralka’s hand toward her wet nethers.

Ralka didn’t talk, but her muscles had relaxed considerably, and she was breathing heavily with lust. Malaika was happy about that change in demeanor. Soon, first one, then two large fingers entered her pussy. What a divine sensation! That huge bulky Lioness knew what she was doing down there! Malaika, in return, began to caress one of Ralka’s nipples with her petite hands while she slowly suckled on the other. The sweet taste of a few drops of milk coated her mouth. Her tongue kept carefully working Ralka’s nipple, who moaned in turn.  

Ralka began to push in and out of Malaika’s vagina faster and faster. At the same time, she rubbed the Lioness’s clitoris with her thumb. It didn’t take long before Malaika’s body couldn’t handle it anymore and gave in to a long, intense climax. Followed by a second one. ---And then a third. Malaika had stopped sucking on Ralka’s breast and instead moaned freely and loudly with her head bedded between the strong Lioness’s breasts.

“Damn, you know what you’re doing! That was great!.” The sweating Malaika said after Ralka had stopped and retrieved her fingers, though not before coaxing out 6 orgasms in total from the small Lioness. “I wish we’d met before we ended up here! The big strong warrior does not happen to know a way out?” Malaika laughed.

Ralka, who apparently did not fall suddenly mute as Malaika worried, finally spoke again and answered. “To the north, west, and east sprawls the Empire. Running around there naked with our slave shackles gets us nowhere. And the desert in the south is untraversable. So, no, I don’t. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“You don’t seem to be concerned about the breaking out part? Like the palisades, the guards. Did you forget about that?”

“The guards are no match for me, and the palisade isn’t high. Neither would be an issue for me.” Ralka bragged.

“Oh yeah? Well then, who says the desert is untraversable?”

“What do you mean?” Ralka asked, and Malaika noticed how she perked her ears.

“Well, you might be a strong and tough warrior beating down the whole camp on your own, buuut---maybe---I might know how to traverse the untraversable.” Malaika smiled.

“How?”

Malaika kept smiling triumphantly. “My parents used to be traders and cartographers. At night I know how the stars guide us through the desert! The locations of the waterholes aren’t a secret to me either. And lastly, I know the caravan routes and how to avoid them staying unseen. So you still think you can beat up the guards and get us out?”

“Yes.” Ralka simply answered. “It requires some planning, though.”

“Mhmm,” Malaika answered. She wasn’t sure if Ralka just bragged or if she actually;---might freedom be possible? Did it matter? Of course, it did! She didn’t want to die nude and in shame crushing stones with a hammer. Yet having met another girl that’s into girls---into her---what strangely fortunate fate. If they truly would be able to escape successfully---she wouldn’t count this whole ordeal of being condemned to Red Rock as bad luck.

Malaika silently lay in Ralka’s arm when the large gate to the building opened and dozens of slaves entered. Most of them were sweaty and exhausted from hard labor. Looking into their tired faces made Malaika think. “I hope Ralka can pull it off! I don’t want to stay here! How would a weak Lioness like me survive here?” Even with the backing of Ralka, that seemed like a challenge she’d happily avoid. That aside, her back told a story that Ralka’s backing so far wasn’t stellar.

After a meager meal---meager in taste and quality, not in quantity---most slaves fell quickly asleep. The chef certainly did deserve a whipping for that hogwash! Still, with Ralka’s encouragement, she ate as much as she could.  

After the “dinner,” Ralka’s hand once more reached down to Malaika’s nethers. She startled! Unlike before, the room was crowded with dozens of furries! Ralka whispered in her ear: “Don’t worry! Look, they’re all asleep---or busy themselves.” Ralka pointed toward a pair of male Squirrels sucking each other’s cock.

While still unsure about making out while surrounded by a large pile of people, Malaika quickly gave in. After all, at a dire place like this, she should not miss out on a single encounter to have fun with Ralka. Who knows how long it will last?

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