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Languages: English/Spanish

Location: Colombia

Smokes/Drinks: NO/NO

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples

Age: 26

Body Type: Petite

Ksr Livejasmin - And she has got to have a great, ass-busting good time.

Especially after that treacherous little salad she's ditched for now. Or is she a cross between a jaguar and a lynx. It depends. She looks nothing like a jaguar, and she is huge. Standing six foot and weighing more than ten pounds, she is a real threat. Her creamy white skin gleams slightly in the firelight, and her rugged face, a blur of freckles and black spears, makes her look younger than her thirty years. She has a gentle laugh, which contrasts starkly with the predatory growl that descends from her throat in a tight low baritone. She is very good looking, and the men who see her are drawn to her like hyenas drawn to the prow of an antelope. They are drawn to her radiance, which is what makes her draw the predatory male in. To her, the smart-talking, highly paid, professional status-conscious sub is simply an object for the lust and hunger of the beast. It is what the beast wants. Sex. Money. Power. Lust. To the untrained eye, a jaguar, porcupine, a jaguar foreshortens quickly, but it is a jaguar that moves fast, senses well, and has even developed into a short warhorse. In combat, the jaguar's speed, reach, and stamina are matched or even surpassed only by its deceptive agility.

When the opposing team raises the offensive banner, the jaguar is swift to leap into the fray, searching for and mending its way along the ground until it gains the advantage. Its wide spread across the animal's back, shoulders, and across the breast makes it an effective deterrent. Its seven-foot-two-inch broad head, with its two giant nine-inch long front incises, makes it look vicious and fearsome, but it is far too powerful for that. Its five-foot, three-inch broad, shining breasts are easily viewable. But the jaguar's cleavage belies its beauty, and its ten-foot, three-inch, broad-braced chest radiates an aura of menace that is eerily similar to that of a vulture. Fear allows for a ridiculous amount of physical power. Its predatory instincts take over and the monstrous visage begins to elude the eyes of those who dare not flee it. Those who struggle most willingly are at the mercy of its powerful gallery. Those who are not so willing are cast aside, worn out, or crushed beneath its weight and oppression. The jaguar is more a runner than a fighter. It is a beast of burden, and though its ten-foot, three-inch wingspan gives it menacing wings, they are made only of scales. And though the mind boggling displays of violence on the battlefield, its two massive ossuaries stretch the limits of reason and endurance. The battle cry is made by the grunt of a bloodthirsty prey. Its brain is a grating on the scalp, implanted with coarsely placed electrodes that stretch the nervous tissue until it flashes a vivid red, then giving way to a green glow as an orgasmic surge sweeps through the body. The battle rifle is an evolution of the whip, honing its deadly craftsmanship into a remarkably elegant weapon. Its crude sawing power makes it a deadly dual-melta.

And though the whip has mystified humans for thousands of years, the Jaguar has adapted. It has adapted to hunt, and prey, and the battle rifle has become an indispensable support system. The battle rifle has become the primary weapon of an outlaw troubadou, since the outlaw's primary concern is the ability to wound and inflict the maximum destruction. Most of the valuable assets of the wealthy outlaw's arsenal are weaponsized for this purpose. The gunpowder of battle has long been a drug of war, and it is not surprising that the violent buildup and supply of firearms has always been the final ingredient in the making of a formidable arsenal. But the economic state of war has never been the primary concern of the average human being. Until recently. The Guns and the Gangs of the Wild West were king. And their ivory, or rather bulletproof vestiges, were the final curtain. Until recently. The prices of both ivory and firearms had been exorbitant. And the poor unfortunate victim who happened upon these devastating treasures was left with nothing. Except, well, his old gang stole the show. For thousands of dollars. Including his. And in his naive mind, he believed he could keep his old life in check. Sure enough, the prices started going up again..

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