The pear glanced at his sweaty, naked body, it's own skin covered in a light coat of clear liquid. It's skin almost seemed to heat up as he grew closer.
'A-Are you... sure about this? I mean, you're a pear, and I'm a man-' the pear shushed him before he could finish.
'It's okay. No one needs to know,' the pear stared at him with pleading eyes. 'No one, except us.' It smiled, wobbling towards him. When it finally reached him it fell into his hand, an awkward yet planned movement. He could feel the heat emanating from the mans hand, warming it and lit with a passion.
The man moved his hand towards his mouth, gripping the pear gently. And soon its skin touched his teeth. The pear couldnt hold back anymore, and moved itself further into his mouth, causing his rosy cheeks to darken in colour.
(Thats all I could think of its 1 am)
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moist pears
Humora bunch of fanfictions i wrote to traumatised my friend(picture(s) isnt/arent mine)
