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Usually, Rot Hirsch is disappearing between my thighs and curling up in my womb.  I often call them my foal.  Lately they've been getting that itch to turn the tables on me, and caught me at a vulnerable moment.  Consenting to it, they wasted no time in slurping me up from hooves to head, giving everyone a good look at my face before their dark pussy slid closed around my nose.

Artwork by my wonderful foal, Rot.