The Faun let out an mnf~ as she leaned over to rest on her filled guts. Mmm~ Does that feel like a goat ass to you, dork? Glad you're finally making yourself at home. She kept one hand pressing against her bulging belly for balance as she reached the other to pat the top of your head before pushing against it, causing the last of you to slowly make your way into her stretchy tailpipe: the sides of your vision beginning to be enveloped with black, sinking between those round Faun cheeks.