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Kneeling Forward on One Knee → Sitting with her Legs Spread
I decide to adjust Arma's posture a little and exchange 'kneeling forward on one knee' for 'sitting with her legs spread.'
The rug lifts up beneath Arma and turns into the red comforter of a bed, and I find myself rising to a standing position to keep her in frame. Her eyes shift from orange to red, and the piercings on her ear multiply. Her feet slide out from beneath her and down onto the floor, while her hands exchange places with her right hand - and the whip it holds - falling behind her and out of view while her left hand slides out from behind her ass.
Not much else to say here, though. Also not much left to change... I could theoretically go on forever, of course, but running out of phrases seems a reasonable place as any right? At some point I have to get around to experiencing the woman I've just spent the last subjective... who even knows... molding.
(summoned-demoness, navy blue punk hair, power-bottom punk's undercut comb-over, confident smirk, sticking out long forked tongue, one hand forward, sitting with her legs spread, latex suit, slave bikini, pierced face, holding a whip, inside a cottage bedroom)
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