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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.
In the golden savannah of the Pride Lands, where the sun kissed the earth with warm, amber hues, young Simba, the lion prince with his rich mane of fiery gold and muscular frame, roamed the grasslands in search of adventure.
He appreciates the tranquility of the reclusive lifestyle. "Oh, Zazu, don't be ridiculous... They moved together in a rhythm as old as the savannah, Simba thrusting deep and steady from behind in a classic doggy-style position, each stroke deliberate and passionate. Simba leaned forward, his chest fur brushing against Timon’s back, wrapping his arms around him in an embrace that made their coupling feel like a sacred union.
The lion’s balls slapped gently against Timon’s own, the sound mingling with their shared gasps and whispers of affection.
The connection was electric, a blend of raw lust and profound tenderness. If he did, he would have seen his nephew, Simba, rocketed out of his mother's cat vagina off a cliff. Timon moaned in ecstasy, his body arching as he felt the stretch, the fullness of Simba’s length filling him completely.
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. As Simba approached, their eyes met, and a spark ignited—a deep, unspoken longing that transcended the boundaries of their worlds.
In that moment, under the starry sky, their love felt eternal—a romantic tale of two souls from different worlds, united in passion and promise. Afterwards, he let his captive bird take his whole two butt slamming inches in the avian's rearhole. "I should've been king"
Then, all of a sudden, Zazu the bluebird intruded his room and lectured him about the dangers of masturbation addiction.
It was not the first time he'd encountered it though, he had ravaged it before. He should have been there. you wouldn't want me! They collapsed together, limbs tangled, hearts beating in sync, the night air cooling their heated bodies. all you need is a little garnish!"
Scar withdrew his pelvic buttplugger out of Zazu and Zazu farted guano.
The anus was much paler, tighter, and forbidden than a lioness butthole.