inkbunny.net/s/3685420
Description
Two hot brothers, a nice stroll through the woods, what could possibly go wrong?
Élisabeth Delacroix also wrote a fantastic story to go along with this pic! Check it out:
Brotherly love
It was a warm, unhurried afternoon, the air thick with the scent of redwood and rich earth. Fawn and Copper, two strapping brothers with supple, feline builds, ambled along a winding path. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, dappling their fur as they walked. Fawn, the younger of the two, moved with a playful energy, his tail flicking with each step as he admired the atmosphere mother nature had graciously bestowed upon them. Copper, a bit taller and more muscular, walked several paces behind, content to simply watch his brother. The sight of Fawn’s soft, effeminate hips swaying and the graceful curve of his spine sent a familiar warmth to his groin; slowly but surely he felt a hard, insistent throb of desire begin to stir beneath his garment.
As they reached a bend in the path, a riverbank appeared, its light, sandy-colored dirt awash in a radiant light. Fawn slowed to a stop, his head cocked to the side. He glanced back, his playful smile widening as he turned to explore the succulent outline of his brother's endowments. A quiet purr rumbled in his chest as he closed the distance between them, reaching out to give Copper’s hand a squeeze. Copper's breath hitched as Fawn pulled him from the path's dappled shade into the brilliant luminescence of the clearing. The sunlight beautifully framed the powerful lines of Copper’s physique and the sweet, soft, striped contours of Fawn. Not one to hesitate, Fawn settled onto the verdant greenery with nary a word. His hands went immediately to his brother's shorts, unzipping them and freeing his already-thick length. He took a moment to savor his brother's abundant meat, slapping it against his cheek, kissing the extent of it, and finally suckling at his oozing tip before taking the massive shaft into his eager mouth, his tail wrapping around Copper’s leg as the sound of flowing water was quickly replaced by the soft, wet rhythm of his lips.
There are no comments.
Login to respond »