𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑

⠀ Even with the vices every Cooper partakes in - a pleasure-addict like Tennessee is still the most entertaining option. Can't keep it in his pants to save his LIFE. Purring in response, dragging himself back up towards the tip. Tongue along foreskin, kissing against glands.

Tossing his utensils on the table and leaning back into his chair, the feline let a much louder groan escape him as soon as the first few ropes were shot out into Bandit’s throat. Hot and thick ropes, rapidly filling the canine’s throat within seconds…

A sharp growl escapes Bob as soon as he could feel his climax approaching rapidly… jeez, so soon! But, at least Bandit will have his own treat in exchange for the pancakes… “ Hnng… ffffucking hell, I’m about to cum! Don’t stop, you dirty mutt…!”

Fuck… the sloppy head down below was starting to distract the cat from his breakfast. He’d let his head lean back so he could let a loud groan escape from him. “ God damn, you’re getting better at this! Heh, maybe next time, I should coat my dick in some syrup for ya.~ ”

“ Mmh, good pup… ” Bob would lie back a bit as the heeler kept working his throat along that purple shaft, while the feline stuffed his mouth full of those delicious pancakes! This is one hell of a B&B, if this is the kinda treatment he gets for staying here. 💜

“ Hmm… do a good enough job, and I might just leave ya a 5-star review, babe.~ ” Bob happily ate at his towering stack of pancakes, while Bandit got to work on polishing his shaft. He could feel it erecting to full mast as he woke it up… —>

“ Heheh, awesome. ” The feline decides to kick his pajama bottoms off of him, alongside his underwear, exposing him entirely below the waist. “ And, while I’m eating… heh, maybe you can give me a little head? Just so we’re even in terms of ‘dessert.’”

⠀ Fuck , juuuuuust how he likes it . . . ~ Not saying a word, resting his calloused hands against the other's knees. Nose pressed to bush, tail fluttering fast from the intoxicating heat of that thick down under scent. Slobbering all over the base of that cock . ~ ⠀

⠀ Be glad Tennessee's cock hungry . . . constantly. ~ Falling to his knees , pleading hazel eyes glimmering up . Letting that shaft flop against that scruff clad muzzle , s l o w l y dragging tongue down the side of it. P u r r. . . ~

⠀ . . . In his mouth .ᐣ ⠀

“ Hmm… if I got, like, one option in mind? Three stacks of pancakes, plenty of syrup. And once I’m done eating, I’m pouring some syrup all over your ass and digging in. I’ll be thorough.~ ” Hell, Bandit was a cheeky one, having no bottoms on! —>

“ …hell, you? You know how obvious my answers are, Bandy-Bands. ” The feline would step out into the kitchen with nothing more than pajama bottoms and no shirt on, his abdomen and fuzzy fur coat totally exposed.

"...That ass, hun. Mind if I can a taste test?~"

..YES Absolutely.