#need arts pink fawk cock :

[poppy-metal]

nonconning fawn!art…….. getting him on his hands and knees, pulling his little fawn tail while you stroke his dick and ask why he’s hard if he says he doesn’t want it… why he looks like a scared little deer in the headlights… he shouldn’t have been in the woods alone looking so cute, little fawn should know better, doesn’t he use his stupid little brain?

WOOF WOOOF WOOOF fawn!arts pretty pink uncut cock <33333 he's so frightened but you think he likes the fear, why else would he tread is territory where you reside? why is his little cock hard and unsheathing from his fuzzy foreskin if he didn't want you to pounce on him?

hhhh his whole body trembling as you lean over his back - feel him twitch and dribble into your palm when your tits press against him. you hum - wondering "are the little fawn girls not to your likin', boy?" dragging your hand up and down his stiff length, using your fingers to circle his dripping tip, massage the crown making him cry out helplessly. "you wanted pussy from someone mean. hmmm?"

you feel his answering spurt of precum against your fingers, even as tears slip down his reddened cheeks and he shakes his head - "n - nooooo. no I'm sorry! let me go - p -please -" but he can't even make it sound convincing, poor thing.

makes you want to bully him even more. turning him on his back in the grass and trying not to mount him right then - shaking like a leaf under you with wide doe eyes his fingers twitching and curling in the blades of grass. if he was truly fearful to the point of wanting to flee - he'd used the antlers on his head to try and spear you - his only defense - but he hasn't tried once to buck up and hurt you. you grin, your teeth showing.

"let you go?" you drag the tip of your finger up his pink dick - tracing the prominent vein spiderwebbing up the side with your nail. all the way to his dark pink tip. he looks so juicy and creamy at there. leaking fluid steadily from his slit. your mouth fills with saliva. "but I'm so hungry."

arts eyes widen. he starts babbling pleas when you wrap a warm fist around his thick base and lower begin to lower your head - "no please don't! oh, don't! y - you can't - " again aside from his trembling and shaky words he makes no move to truly get away - his cock jerking madly in your hand, drooling like a faucet. you sink your lips around him and look up just in time to see his pretty blue eyes cross as you sheath him in your warm wet mouth. sinking steadily down to overwhelm him with the sensation.

"ahhhh - ! o - ohhhh - oh god - oh -" he turns his face into the grass, tears leaking from his lashes as you start to bob up and down. stimulating his stiff cock. his perfectly round pink balls twitch and draw tight - covered in soft white fur - you feel them brush softly against your chin and hum. lave your tongue up the underside of his rigidness, feeling every individual vien there. you pull back and cup his soft sweet sack, drool dripping from your grinning mouth, full of sharp teeth.

"these will do nicely." you tell him, reveling in his pleasured gasp when you squeeze him. "you're gonna empty these inside me, little fawn. deep inside my tight carnivorous cunt - m'gonna eat you right up -"

art begins to cry. you'd feel bad if his dick wasn't jumping and leaking in your hand at the mere mention of being inside your pussy.