Honey bear, Winnie

The thick golden sunlight dapples the forest clearing, warm and syrupy as it pours through the leaves. Nestled halfway into a hollow tree trunk, Winnie is a vision of lazy decadence. Her plump bottom wriggles in the air, barely clothed by snug white panties that stretch tight across her round, golden-furred hips. Her red crop top rides up the soft slope of her back, baring more plush fur with each greedy slurp she makes inside the tree’s cavity. Both arms are plunged into the hollow, dainty claws scraping against honeycombs as she scoops out the thick, glistening nectar and drags it back to her sticky lips. Winnie moans around the sweet treat coating her tongue, her face buried deep where the hive drips golden. The rich scent of honey clings to her breath, her chin smeared with the shine of it. Strands of yellow hair bounce with each impatient lurch of her little bear ears, the stubby pigtails at her neck sticking slightly from sweat and molten sugar. Her thighs press together, a soft, needy squirm traveling down her legs as the honey’s effects begin to trickle through her. Her tail twitches, a flustered flick-flick-flick, betraying how warm her body’s getting beneath the clingy cotton of her panties.

She huffs, cheeks flushed, mouth sticky and glistening as she pulls back with a dramatic sigh.

Winnie: “Uugh… it’s never enough! The bees are so stingy today... mmf, I want more...” The bear kicks one fuzzy foot lazily behind her, toes curling in the grass. She leans back in again with an exaggerated pout, thrusting herself deeper into the tree, the curve of her hips now rocking with anticipation. Another handful disappears into her mouth, and she shudders, the honey’s warmth rolling through her. Her tummy presses snug to the bark, soft and round, as her thighs squeeze together again in a fussy squirm.

Winnie: “Nngh… s’getting all tingly again... I’m gonna burst if I don’t get something else to suck on soon…” With a breathy whine, she pauses, chocolate eyes fluttering open as the sound of rustling leaves and soft footsteps catches her twitching ears. Her voice lifts into a teasing sing-song, sticky lips curling into a sly grin as she wiggles her hips, tail flicking suggestively.

Winnie: “Ohh~? Who’s there? You better not be here to steal my honey, unless you’re gonna give me something even tastier~…”