The Tiger Tribe

A stout, cyan snake tail curled violently around her thin waist.

When she took it lightly, she arrived in Viperus's slightly cool arms and was tightly hugged by her cold, white and powerful arms.

At this time, Viperus's smoky blue eyes were scorching.

Breathing becomes extraordinarily heavy.

The little female in his arms is not in his arms. Wisps, thin waist and front plump clinging to him, head tilted back by inertia, small chin wiped up, revealing a graceful neck.

The pink skin that has just been bathed has a hint of moisture, which is extraordinarily soft.

Viperus's eyes turned into dangerous blood-coloured vertical pupils almost instantly, firmly locking on the little female's body like staring at prey.

This warm body was too beautiful, with bewitching curves, delicate touches, and sweet breath, which caused him to react immediately.

The snake beast's slender fingers gently caressed the body of the little female in her arms.