Sharon Boutte

in the full-length mirror before her, admiring her attractive curves and scrutinizing every aspect of her new outfit. It was little more than an apron, a thin loop around her neck and a silken tie around her back the only fabric holding it to her lush form, her full soft breasts filled out the cups of the triple x maid outfit in a way that made her already thick nipples harden, the bulges of her nipples visible through the scandalously thin fabric. Tesla, by no accounts, was an ordinary woman. Standing at six foot one without heels when she chose to wear them she often dwarfed the boys around her, her fur was a mottled white interspersed with blotches of black, showing her dalmatian heritage, the only pink visible on her body, without getting to know the intimacies of her