Beau was always used to seeing the mayor, he’d imagine that was the best title there was.
He’d never expect to be in the presence of a ‘king’, was that okay? —
“ . . Just admiring ~ ”
let up.
Beau’s hole winked eagerly, now hugging tightly to the horse’s digits as they’d slide inside his entrance.
The deer was so tight, a perfect hole to hug and milk Bruno’s breeding ‘tool’ ~ 🧡
“ . . M-Mmngh ~ ”