seems like these two are getting along just fine now! (messy/knot alt and a scrapped pic available on p@treon)

Huffs nervously. His eyes go wide, looking up at that furred, muscled beast in front of him ... T - totally sure ! Totally !

" G - gah ! Hold on now, fella, g - getting real handsy with ... " Face is pushed into that fur, and he groans, his small paws getting lost in the mess of fur and muscle. Nnh ... " N - now, what's the bright idea ? "

" Ghhhn ... " His hands press against the other's chest, almost a little fervently ... Fuck, he's ... so *strong.* " Sh - shit ... m - more ... "

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ➥𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ➥𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐓𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞! 🍆❤️

< Sucks cock shockingly well for a " straight " fella.

➤ i think modern weekly is some communications graduate working for some BuzzFeed column trying very hard to stay alive and very often looking at installing Grindr and just finding a sugar daddy.

How long has the chief been FORTY —

➤ i never actually thought about how old week is. probably like. 27-28. maybe ish. how old does he SEEM.

Oh, phew. He was worried his head skills were getting rusty. Weird thing to worry about, actually. He's managed to fit the Koopa down his throat, though ! And bobbing eagerly as he does.

He's got some skills, at least. Weekly kind of wanted an interview, but ... Well, your skills get you in the door. Swallowing down as much pre as he can, and doing a good job at it. Weekly drools all over that huge cock, lewdly choking and huffing through his nose. " Mmh! "

Mmh ... His eyes naturally drift shut. The weasel's got a plumper ass than looks — squeezable and soft in those khakis. Resting his hands on that muscled chest.

As previously stated, he's skilled. Being the local precinct's cum dump might have something to do with that. Hardly expecting Bowser to start thrusting, the weasel grips those thighs for dear life. Eyes suddenly shut and he's choking wetly all the while. " Glkk ! Mmgh ! "

Make out with him no miss —

" H - heh, uh ... I mean, I ain't a good kisser, but ... " Twiddling his little thumbs. A bit worried about choking on Bowser's fucking tongue —

Trying not to stare.

" O - oh ! Dunno if there's a position for uh, royal mouth guy, but ... " Fuck it, why not. Kings orders are kings orders. Week has to get up onto his tiptoes, but ... Immediately lip locking, tongue pushing into the other's mouth.

Taking rapid fire pictures of the reader.

... Dames like fellas who are under five feet tall, right ?

*taps mic* // this thing on.—