


They say there's a legend in the forest...â¨đđđĽ
A cursed little deer girl appears when the moon is high and your thoughts are filthy. She's cute. Innocent. but always drooling for attention. đŚ
Her fluffy cuffs and wiggly hips seem harmless... until she climbs into your lap and starts grinding like she's in heat.
They say she doesn't talk â she just moans. Whimpers.
Begs with her eyes like a toy that wants to be broken.
She lives to be used. To be pinned down.
To be filled until her legs tremble and her mind goes blank.
And if you touch her antlers just right...
She melts into a messy, desperate little plaything.
Some say she disappears by morning...Others say she stays - leaking, aching, and ready for more.
But only if you break her properly. đŚđŚđ