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🕑 Added 2025-06-14 23:51:47 +0000 UTCRocky had been stuffed inside Hershey since sunrise, serving curves, cornbread, and chaotic farm girl energy at the Zippers Farmers Market food tent. The denim shorts rode high, the tied-off plaid rode low, and the summer heat rode him like a tractor through a cornfield.
By mid-afternoon, the booth was winding down and the sweat was catching up. Rocky ducked behind a banner for a break, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and did the one thing youâre not supposed to do in public, peeled open Hersheyâs mouth over his snow leopard face.
No zipper, just a firm tug. Rubber stretched wide, letting his flushed, panting feline features peek out through the smiling latex lips like a man crawling out of a second skin. Steam rolled off his cheeks. The outside air kissed his face like salvation.
And beneath the relief? A problem.
His cock had slipped free at some point, probably when he squirmed for airflow or shifted wrong in the heat. Now it hung thick and heavy in the muggy air, wet with sweat and precum, twitching with every heartbeat. Eight hours trapped in a tight bodysuit, flirted with by dozens of patrons, hips swaying in denim two sizes too small⊠yeah, thatâll do it.
The bulge from earlier had grown past subtle. His cock curved proudly up toward his belly, slick and flushed. Just standing there, mask-mouth wide open, cock exposed and pulsing in the shade, Rocky looked less like a man taking a break and more like a warning label for what not to sell at a family-friendly produce stand.
And of course, thatâs when a customer rounded the corner.
Rocky/Hershey froze. The customer froze. The cucumbers in their basket⊠were not ready for this.
A lion, a tall, broad-shouldered farmhand type with golden mane fluffing out beneath a sun-faded baseball cap, stared like heâd just seen a porn scene glitch into real life. Dusty boots, tank top soaked in back sweat, thick tail twitching behind him.
Rockyâs cock throbbed.
With a twitch of a smirk and the suitâs mouth still agape like a latex mask gasping for air, Rocky tilted his head, half in-character, half devil-may-care, and purred, âWanna milk me?â
The lion man dropped his entire basket. Cucumbers scattered like scandalized vegetables across the dirt. Rocky didnât break eye contact.
âGuess thatâs a yes.â
The lion slowly nodded, ears twitching in panic and arousal, pink flush crawling up his cheeks. Rocky gave him a wink and a lazy lick of the upper lip before gently pulling Hersheyâs mouth back into place, the latex snapping shut with a satisfying slup.
Seconds later, Hershey was back: breezy cowgirl smile, perky pose, not a hint of the man inside. Rocky waved lazily with one gloved hand.
âYâall come back nowâŠâ she cooed, fluttering lashes sweetly, ââŠwhenever youâre ready.â
The lion didnât move.
Just stood there, cucumbers at his feet, eyes locked on that grin, flushed cheeks glowing like a heat lamp. His gaze flicked down to the now-hidden bulge in Rockyâs shorts⊠then back up to the spot where the real face had peeked through.
Rocky peeked again from behind the banner, Hersheyâs mouth sealed shut this time, but a crooked little smirk forming underneath.
âYou still here, hon?â He tipped Hersheyâs cowgirl hat up with a lazy finger.
âOr just thinkinâ about what you saw?â
The lion took a step forward. Then another.
Rocky let the banner swing wide. One hand tugged at the waistband of those overworked shorts, already half-undone. His feline cock fell free again, thick, flushed, already drooling. The lionâs breath caught.
Rocky backed behind the privacy curtain without a word. The way he leaned on the ice cooler, thighs parted, glistening cock jutting up like a temptation, yeah, no words needed.
The lion ducked inside.
Cramped. Humid. Tension thick as the scent in the air.
Rocky grabbed Hersheyâs latex mouth again and peeled it just enough for his real lips to show, his voice a low whisper, âJust donât mess the face, âkay? I got a second shift later.â
The lion didnât answer. He knelt.
One rough paw slid around Rockyâs hip, the other gripping the base of that heavy, leaking cock. A warm tongue pressed to the underside, broad and textured, and Rocky hissed through his teeth.
He bit down on his own glove to muffle the moan.
The lion slowly suckled on Hershey's pronged cock slowly taking it in deeper. Worshipful. Tongue curling under the head, throat stretching to take it all, lips wrapping tight. Hershey shuddered with her hips jolting forward and cock twitching with months of tension and heat, compressed into this one sticky, glorious moment.
The suit squeaked with every slow thrust. Hersheyâs frozen smile hovered just above his real one, eyes glossy and unblinking, mouth agape in eternal innocence while the real Rocky gasped and bucked beneath.
The lion built rhythm, tail swaying, growls deep in his throat. Every bob sent shockwaves up Rockyâs spine. His knees buckled slightly. He gripped the ice cooler for support.
It didnât take long.
A few deep sucks, one swirl of the tongue under the ridge, and Rocky came. Hard. With a choked sound into his hand, he spilled down the lionâs throat in thick, salty pulses. The lion swallowed eagerly. Held him there until the last twitch faded.
Then slowly backed off, tongue catching the drip from the corner of his mouth. He looked up, dazed. Rocky panted, chest heaving, cock still twitching as he wiped the lionâs chin with Hersheyâs thumb.
âGuess thatâs what I get for being on the menu.â
The lion grinned, sheepish but hungry. Rocky pulled Hersheyâs face back into place with practiced ease, snapping the smile shut once again. He adjusted the plaid crop top, and struck a breezy pose.
âZippers thanks you for your patronage,â Hershey cooed, âYâall come back nowâŠâ
The lion did, three more times that week. And once on his lunch break the following Monday.
Comments
Feathertail94
God she looks so sexy. I don't know what I'd like to taste first.
