"Oh, sure, she's over there, with her master," said the raskvel, pointing across the lawn. Sure enough, there was Unta, standing behind to a histaran couple, who were chatting away with friends. A simple tube-top was the only clothing that Unta was wearing, and it struggled to contain her heavy breasts. Like most of the slaves here, though, she wore quite the collection of jewelry; notably golden anklets around each of her six legs, as well as a silver tiara in her hair.
What caught Hilda's attention the most, however, was the fact that Unta had her back to her, and for some reason the leithan was keeping her tail raised to the side, giving anyone behind her a clear view of her massive womanhood. Unta's lower lips sparkled with moisture, and her clit was the size of a tennis ball. Why she was showing her pussy off the way she was, Hilda could only guess, but the display was shouting one thing to her burning loins... 'Come and get it.'