His throat still bulging with vixeny goodness, Connovar decides to devour his helpless little bunny prey with none other than his one symbol of maleness itself. An odd way to go, but then again this is vore, and therefore reality has long left the stage.
If you should find a micro bunny lady, it would be more gentleman-like to bid her good day rather than shoving her up your rod of manhood. For one, she would probably not like it, and chances are your "mr happy" would indeed part like the Red Sea. Remember, children... this is -fantasy-.
Connovar (c) his player

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