at the least. he's wondering what to do with them. he could keep them around, but considering their visible intelligence it seemed a poor idea. the best idea he could come up with was giving them a backpack full of spare fruit and crop. if it ever gets empty they can return!

rumor has it his breast milk is buttermilk -

considering how much he holds up around here, a thighfuck is undervaluing his work. after he ruins the prince's thighs, currently snug tight around his meat and jerking, he demands they lay down so he can treat them.

want less, personally.

but it's soo hoot out for a shirt!

the bed is comfy!!! and cold!!

he's still enjoying his rest! don't be dumb! and please ignore the protrusion against the blanket thank you?

okay just the once ...

yes but, she can ask for it.

they weave no thinner!

can she just talk? please? it's scaring his citizens.

awake, eating cornbread with butter in his cabin. today's the farmer's market: which means he has to go make sure nothing weird or insane happens. but it's sooo boring ... !

this feels targeted...

only if they put on the cowprint.

deep breaths now, ani. done this before, do it again. he gets some buckets from the barn and puts one underneath her chest. hopefully he won't need the other one. his fingers pinched her nipples and began squeezing with a downward tug.