Bear loped through the underbrush, following the sweet scent of his favorite female. But as he got closer, her scent was mixed with others. He peered through the foliage, and froze at the sight before him; Doe, her perfect body clad in nothing but her pelt. His breath caught at this glorious sight, his eyes devouring every delectable inch of her. So distracted was he that it took him awhile to realize that she was not alone.
Flamingo was with her, lying on her stomach and humping the ground in a way that made her nice, round derriere sway in a rather delightful fashion, her head between Doe's long, luscious legs, her beak buried the other female's pussy, fucking her with it. As Bear watched, Doe orgasmed, her back arching so as to force her high, fine breasts into the air.
Bear's eyes fixated on Doe's nipples tracing patterns in the air, so distracted that he almost missed the rustling sound of someone else exiting through the underbrush. It was Lilac. The plant girl froze, taking in the scene, and then started shucking her clothes. She knelt above Doe's face, and the deer-girl smiled, and began lapping at Lilac's pussy.
Bear peeled the fig-leaf from his groin and grasped his large malehood in his paw, pondering what to do. Should he join in? Should he watch? Or should he go elsewhere and find another female to enjoy? |