Wether this particular individual was of abyssal, infernal, or even some manner of equine descent was hard to say, seeing as the only clue given to her heritage were furred digitrade legs which tapered into well kept, and usually metal-shoed hooves. And that could mean so very many things, really. Her luxorious mane of pale hair was what initially claimed the most attention, seeing as it stood in stark contrast to her deeply tanned skin. Wavey, thinly-curled tresses lay over her shoulders and far down her back, a few even cheekily placed over the prominent swell of a rather large bust. G cups were what she lugged around, a size of tits most non fitting on a frame as shortly statured as hers. Qasima managed to carry then well enough however, mostly due to the fact that she was overall buxom of build, curvy and round, soft and squishy.

Pretty, dark doe eyes sat placed squarely in the middle of her face, just as any eyes should reveal. She was able to do all manner of things with, and convey all thinkable sort of emotion through those brilliant peepers, their level of expressiveness helped along greatly by thick and long eyelashes. Eyebrows had been plucked into thin, neat arches, as delicately slender as the bridge of her nose was it, that particular feature ending in a pointed tip which was pierced by the very smallest, slimmest, and thinnest of bull-like rings. In every sense of the word, her lips were lush. Dark cushions enabling her to turn any smile pleasant, and every pout enticing, wether it was to beg for sympathy of look as kissable as ever possible.

As previously mentioned, she was all kinds of curvy. Truely massive breasts were most usually kept strutted forth in proud display by a slight arched back. And whilst shoulders were slender and femininely rounded, slingt hint of lean muscle could be spotted through her dark hide. Afterall, trotting about with a pair of jiggling tits that were larger than her head, really was a constant workout. A wonderfull taut belly flared to wide hips, the perfect place to park one's hands on. Something Qasima very well knew it seemed, atleast she took advantage of the very same every now and then. Comming to the part about her backside now, that rounded, peachy curve of bubbly flesh was every bit as wide as her bust was, the borderline fat keister ensuring its owner could find comfortable seat upon even the hardest of surfaces.

If caught indecent, few would truely be able to appreciate the beauty of well-sculpted, strong and taut thighs, simply because something far too distracting hung between them. As well endowed as nearly every other hooved creature was, Qasima's flat headed, equine fuckstick extended all the way to her knees, the thing promising to swell so very wide and long that it'd give most men and women a run for their money. A true test to anyone claiming themselves the owner of a flexible sphincter, or a particularily stretchable cooch. It'd be hard to spot considering the slab of cock aswell as the bloated sack which hung to conceal it, but the previously suspected shemale would turn out to be a true hermaphrodite, if properly examined.