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He was smaller in stature, but his cock was perfectly formed, eager and responsive, leaking droplets that mixed with Simba’s as they ground against each other. The romance of the moment enveloped them, a symphony of crickets and rustling leaves providing a tender backdrop to their passion.

With a gentle growl, Simba guided Timon to the soft grass, their bodies entwining in a lovers’ dance.

Timon moaned in ecstasy, his body arching as he felt the stretch, the fullness of Simba’s length filling him completely. Simba’s paws roamed over Timon’s back, tracing the curve of his spine before settling on his hips. They collapsed together, limbs tangled, hearts beating in sync, the night air cooling their heated bodies.

The air grew thick with tension, a magnetic pull drawing them closer until their bodies pressed together, fur mingling in a warm embrace.

As twilight descended, painting the sky in passionate shades of purple and red, Simba and Timon found themselves alone in the glade, the world fading away. What's in his mind were nothing but various ways of having Zazu's foul fowl crapper envelop him with an unyielding grip.

Simba’s strong arms wrapped around Timon’s waist, pulling him into a deep, hungry kiss. Fueled by abstained relief, Scar wants to destroy it again with his throbbing beastly member.

"Perhaps your right, Zaz my man, how bout' you come over heeyah and let me fuck your cloa-cunt" Scar demanded.

"Now now, Scar, don't look at me that way!" Zazu said nervously as Scar circled around him with his nutsack dragging on the ground.

do lighten up, Sing something while I let you bounce on my lynx dicks!"

Scar then rested on his back with his erect dong displaying a single skyline to his view, his own statue of Liberty - Specializing in liberating Zazu out of the closet. "Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous... Afterwards, he let his captive bird take his whole two butt slamming inches in the avian's rearhole.

Mufasa nearly died of heart arrest as a result of it.

Instead, he hid in his mom's basement cave and played with himself, staring at the scratched porn drawing of Sarabi with F-cup sized kitty milkers - all ten of them, on the cave's rocky interior walls.

"Life's not fair..." he murmured. Drop him!" King Mufasa commanded imperially.