Had A Wild Dream~!

Had A Wild Dream A Few Nights Ago, I Hope You Enjoy My Dream!

"You ever think about how bears just... lick stuff?" Chainsaw leaned against the wooden fence, staring at the shaggy brown creature nosing through fallen leaves in the enclosure. His red headband clung to damp strands of brown hair as he wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

The bear lifted its head, nostrils twitching—something sweet lingered in the air. Chainsaw smirked, dipping his fingers into the sticky jar of honey he'd swiped from the reserve's snack stand. He dabbed a thick glob onto his palm, the golden sheen catching the afternoon light before he slicked it along his hardening length.

A low growl rumbled from the enclosure as the bear lumbered closer, its dark eyes locking onto him Chainsaw's breath hitched when it pressed its muzzle against the fence, tongue lolling out to taste the sugary trail, The first rough swipe of its tongue sent a jolt through his body—hot, wet, and impossibly coarse against his sensitive skin.

He gripped the wooden slats for balance as the bear's tongue worked out, lapping up every drop of honey, Then the bear pulled back with a wet pop, panting heavily, its dark eyes glazed over with need. It sniffed at the air again before lumbering closer, massive paws gripping the fence as it huffed impatiently. Chainsaw didn't hesitate—he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his pants, shoving them down just enough to expose himself fully, then poured the rest of the honey.

Its breath came in ragged huffs against his neck, jaws gaping as it mounted him with possessive strength, Then the bear stilled—its muscles locking tight—before a flood of searing heat erupted inside him. Chainsaw gasped, When it finally pulled out, Chainsaw shuddered at the sudden emptiness, his hole clenching around nothing as warm seed spilled onto the grass. He barely had time to catch his breath, the sheer volume dripping down his thighs. The bear growled low, grinding deeper as if determined to pack every drop into him, its heavy body pinning him against the fence with bruising force, 

When the bear finally pulled free, its cock glistening with spit, Chainsaw panted, lips swollen—but the animal wasn’t done. It shoved its face into his, hot breath mingling as its tongue licked into his mouth, tasting itself on him. Chainsaw moaned, gripping its fur as their tongues tangled, the kiss sloppy and primal,