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Description
The leash
Based on the pic by tredain and gearlock:
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A happy, well toned fox was lying in bed, enjoying the best thing he'd wake up to.
Hands roamed over his abs and chest, then descended to his thighs,
as their owner bobbed his head up and down between them.

The fox moaned in pure, ecstatic lust, as he pulled on the leash that held his boy toy in place.
His lips traveled slowly and tightly, as he made sounds the fox nearly
laughed over, if it wasn't for the glory he was feeling.
Each stroke was better than the last. The fox started to pant, saying roughly coherent things now.

"S-suck it, man. Nice and fast!"

He did, and the fox would almost regret saying that, as his head ground itself
as tight as it could to his body, making the rest of his playmates body tremble.
The final straw which sent him over, was feeling those hands from before cup his balls.

Oh, the sweet yet sour taste of cum, and the groan the came with it.
A breakfast of horny champions.

When he finally lifted his head, to look at how pleasured the fox looked,
he found him turning over, and handing him the leash. He would've protested,
if not for that bubble, round ass that lay under him.

"You know you want it."

FIN

Description
The leash
Based on the pic by tredain and gearlock:
______

A happy, well toned fox was lying in bed, enjoying the best thing he'd wake up to.
Hands roamed over his abs and chest, then descended to his thighs,
as their owner bobbed his head up and down between them.

The fox moaned in pure, ecstatic lust, as he pulled on the leash that held his boy toy in place.
His lips traveled slowly and tightly, as he made sounds the fox nearly
laughed over, if it wasn't for the glory he was feeling.
Each stroke was better than the last. The fox started to pant, saying roughly coherent things now.

"S-suck it, man. Nice and fast!"

He did, and the fox would almost regret saying that, as his head ground itself
as tight as it could to his body, making the rest of his playmates body tremble.
The final straw which sent him over, was feeling those hands from before cup his balls.

Oh, the sweet yet sour taste of cum, and the groan the came with it.
A breakfast of horny champions.

When he finally lifted his head, to look at how pleasured the fox looked,
he found him turning over, and handing him the leash. He would've protested,
if not for that bubble, round ass that lay under him.

"You know you want it."

FIN