Horns & Milk bar - Happy Holidays 2024 #02

You approached slowly, your hands outstretched towards Rowan, feeling the warmth of his body radiate in the air between you. His dense fur seemed to invite your fingers to sink into it, and his blue eyes, deep as a winter sky, captivated your mind. Rowan looked at you with a warm smile full of mischief and sweetness, plunging you into an almost unreal trance. You did not know how much time had passed, as if the rest of the room had ceased to exist.

Suddenly, a roar shattered this suspended moment. Boruk, the imposing orc, burst into anger, his bright red eyes blazing with annoyance turned towards his human Jonathan. The latter seemed to have completely lost control. In an unbridled momentum, Jonathan threw himself between Rowan's legs, his hands frantically gripping the red ribbon carefully tied around the Lykaon's enormous tool.

When Jonathan pulled insistently, the ribbon gave way, suddenly and brutally releasing the Lykaon's immense manhood. Rowan's imposing erection, already impossible to ignore, then became the center of everyone's attention.

Jonathan, hilarious, had stopped his race with his face stuck to huge balls of Rowan and he seemed in total adoration. With his face between the thighs of the Lykaon he let out a satisfied smile as he inhaled the air heavy with pheromones. This direct proximity to Rowan's still throbbing organ, which was visibly pulsing under the effect of the stimulation, caused a series of spectacular physical reactions. Under the sudden pressure, several powerful jets escaped from the enormous member, splashing the ground and the surroundings.

Faced with this scene, the entire Bar exploded in hilarity, except Boruk, who, dejected, put his hand on his face as a sign of surrender.

As for you, standing there, a few steps away from this chaotic scene, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment overwhelmed you. Rowan, for his part, seemed strangely serene despite the circumstances, a smirk betraying perhaps a hint of satisfaction.

"Well," you say to yourself as you step back slightly, "That will be for another time."

You sketch a smile and return to your red armchair, leaving behind you a scene that you are not likely to forget.

Happy New year !

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