Take back what's rightfully ours.

Eunice' wounds had reopened.

Eunice' wounds had reopened.

"You little Minx," he said, nudging Milo's legs apart with his knee, "You're excited to do i t where everyone can hear, aren't you?"

Then the older bull lowered his snout and kissed Milo, his long, anteater-like tongue slipping into Milo's mouth and down his throat, as if he were swallowing a rut.

With his lower hands, he took off the rest of his shorts, letting it fall at his hooves.

Then, he dropped to his knees, and took both ruts into his mouth, rubbing them against the inside of his cheek.

He wrap his lower hands behind his head, running his fingers through his hair. “Fuck Eunice…fuck.”

Eunice lifted his head just long enough to say, "They like you." Before he took the cocks into his mouth again and began to bob his head forward and back. His tongue wriggled between the ruts, wrapping first around one, then the other, stroking the glans and squeezing the base as the silky inside of his cheeks rubbed against the sides of Milo's lengths.

“Fuck. Eunice…fuck me…fuck me now.”

"You want everyone in the shadetent to hear?" He whispered into Milo's ear before seizing it between his teeth.

Eunice didn't give him time to adjust, he pushed in roughly, making the advisor's belly bulge out ever so slightly from the weight of the organ currently crushing his insides so deliciously.