In the snow, are you, bunny?

He needs someone to throat it.

He needs someone to throat it.

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// and also working on thenewedenverse.tumblr.com (better viewed on a computer than mobile)

// that Sabrina clip 🥵

Thinking about folding @thecastlefairy.bsky.social in half.

Happily!

Who's got the best dick, baby?

Mighty easy to pin down.

Think I might have a load to leave in you.

So fucking good.

Isn't she so good at taking black dick?

Can you guess what type of content he wants to film next?

Filming it for her OF.

“Can Bunny make it through dinner?”

Spread legs, pretty feet in the air… always ready to be bred.

The Hayes. So fertile. All of them, no doubt. But all of them… snowbunnies?

First. Not the last.

Giver of life.

What we doing this Easter?

Fertilizing eggs.

Lick it.

The back needs love too.

😬

“The perfect hole,” he muttered, as his lips moved from one nipple to the other.

His hips began to move now, rocking faster and faster, driving his cock as deep into her as he possibly could.

“These holes are mine,” he growled.

Her body was perfection, and as he looked down between them he could see her stomach bulging slightly as he pushed his cock into her.

"So tight. So pleasurable," he whispered, leaning down to wrap his lips around her nipple.

Up until now, it had seemed like she was so calm and collected. Like her stoicism had been unbreakable.

But he could hear that quiver in her voice as she spoke.

"It feels like my cock was made to breed you. Leave your pale body dripping black seed."

Dylan moved his hips forward, and his tip spread that perfect cunt open, as inch after inch slid inside... heaven.

He couldn't describe it if he wanted to. His eyes instinctively closed as he felt an overwhelming desire to simply let go and seed her immediately. But he wanted to hold on.

Feeling those pretty feet behind his head felt so natural to him. It was something that happened to him nearly daily, and put him into such a mood.

He couldn't help himself any more, and as he looked down into those blue eyes, he guided himself to press his thick tip against her pretty folds.

His eyes were fixated on one place. Only one other could really even compare to this moment right now.

He had to really stop himself from simply sliding himself straight into her, and finally pulled his gaze away to her eyes.

“Will you carry my seed?”

Thoughts of other women faded from him. All the man knew was that he wanted this woman. To fuck her raw. To mate her. Seed her. Breed her.

“I’ll breed you black. The way you want.”

And with that, he moved to let his hands pull off her bikini bottoms.

“Is that your way of telling me I won’t last long with you?” he teased her, his fingers trailing up her thigh softly, before pushing beneath her bikini, wanting to feel her arousal, her heat, her sex.