April Art 1 (Patreon)

Al has been eagerly waiting for you to visit over to his place again. He barely gave you a moment through the door before he was on all fours on the ground, clumsily tugging his pants down around his ankles. You could tell he was excited for it, the way his hole flexed and winked under his stubby tail. The hair around his hole slicked aside with his own sweat from a day in thick jeans, the perfect natural lube to line up and push in, though he always did like it when you ate him out first.