>>35105625Why can’t I resist this bird?” While deep in your mental confliction, the owl moves his head toward your crotch. You’re scared. Your member approaches his soft beak. But he is tender, somehow with his ghost type, his beak soft and/or nonexistent his tongue works against your flesh. With no more hesitation you facefuck the owl. Hoo-UHH you hear him cough. Maybe you are too hard, but eventually you find your rhythm between his breathing and your thrusting. Finally you can’t resist and stuff yourself in the the owl for 30 seconds. But he doesn’t mind. He sees your face as you relieve yourself, and a bird can’t gag. The owl is panting heavily and obviously needs release. You slowly crawl down to his waste. Gently spirals, but thin. Without hesitation, you put your lips around him. He chirps loudly. You rub your fingers against his chest feathers. His eyes are no longer focused on you, but toward the sky in pleasure. He’s deep in pleasure and you continue.
