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During the wintertime, every stag goes into the rut, where they battle with their ginormous antlers to the point of crippled limping, and whoever will have conquered the challengers regains strength and bulk. The does set out to show off their flanks for whomever having marked territory upon the giant Oak tree. The does fall into erecting glee as they see the stags prance across the meadow in an Olympian fashion, followed by the Roman style jousting, the winner will pick out the likely candidate for physique most likely to draw ultimate arousal as well as provide grace for his stamina that would have resulted to his excitement and his gentleness.
Here the title couple get set for a round of possible fawn making. This challenge of theirs requires a consistent sustenance of orgasms in a variety of poses. Seems endless, but as long as both of them keep in heat and winking and throbbing, control and extension of time will qualify a stable longlasting matrimony, among many with other does. The erotic passion overwhelms the couple of their pubic regions due to the heat insulating them of the chills of the environment. They both come at a new record! The rut turns huge and phenomenal since 5 winters, a record hard to break. This was the year of the Deer Rut Games. The year of Ian and Giselle.
Happy holidays!