[Sep. poll] Ripe Fruit

[Story]

As the party celebrating Halloween drew to a close, the participants did as they pleased. Some went home early, while others were ready to drink until morning.

You were watching the party from a distance, thinking about what to do afterwards, slightly intoxicated by alcohol. Then, Ramona came to talk to you.

She invites you into her room, which is decorated in a Halloween style, and you sit on the sofa, staring at her as she pours two glasses of red wine.

I know it must be boring to be alone with such an old person," Ramona said. Ramona said.

You deny it and reply that it is a pleasure to be with you.

She laughed quietly at that and squinted her eyes happily. You feel a tinge of maturity in her eyes that makes your heart skip a beat.

Ramona invited you to have a few more drinks in a quieter place.

Tired of the hustle and bustle of the party, you feel the same way, so you accept her proposal.

The two of you sat side by side on the sofa and engaged in idle conversation. You enjoyed the conversation with the intelligent Ramona over a glass of wine, but at the same time, you felt uncomfortable in the space of the room alone with her. Your inebriated thoughts drifted off into unorthodox thoughts and ideas, and you shook them off each time.

You would shake off the idea each time it occurred to you. My body is getting hot."

She says and leans on your shoulder.

You look at her in surprise. Her eyes were half-closed, probably due to alcohol, and she had a bewitching air about her that you couldn't imagine from her normal appearance.

"I'm sorry, that was a little too much of a prank," Ramona giggles, but instead of stopping her, she becomes rather excessive.

But it's Halloween. We can prank you a little more, can't we?"

Saying this, Ramona takes your hand in hers.

"You are thrilled. Are you expecting it, You too?"

She guides your hand slowly inside the fabric of her waistband.

"Touch me."

You were surprised by her boldness, but did not resist. Soon your fingertips reached the base of her thick thighs and touched the soft, slippery, moist elasticity.

"Touch me more."

She whispers in your ear. You slide your finger into the only part of her crotch not covered with feathers. You hear the obscene temperature of the water as your middle finger strokes the slit of her mucous membranes. She let out a hot breath. Eventually your finger was sucked into the crevice on the underside of the slit, into the hot, slick mucus membrane.

"Shall we go to bed?"

Ramona places her hands on your shoulders and whispers in your ear. You agree.

Ramona stands up, walks over to the bed, and sits on the edge of it.

"Come. I need your help."

Then, sitting politely with her legs closed as usual, she gradually opened her legs wider, shifting the whitish cloth that had been concealing her secret part, exposing it.

Her secret part was even wetter from the previous caresses, and the love juice on the cloth and her thighs was stringy. When I looked closer, I saw that the mucous membranes not covered by the feathers were twitching and twitching.

She said, "did you notice? I can't seem to hold back any longer. I'm so sad here, so empty."

She ran her hand over the area where her vaginal canal and uterus were located.

"Please, fill this emptiness in me with you. Just for today, I want you to let me be a female, not a leader, not a chief."

You pushed her down on the bed, grabbed her legs and spread them wide.

"Now come."

Her eyes, moist with anticipation, were like those of a bewitching adult, but also like those of a bird of prey full of desire.

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Difference: with and without glasses. Ramona's eye pattern on the left.

 I have not yet mastered how to correct for the discrepancies in color, light, and shadow expression. To achieve this, I learned and used some of the techniques of professional artists.

 I want to be able to create good, well-intended expressions of color and light, because until now I have relied on half chance for good color and light.