fivesome

Bazi spent the next five or ten minutes breathing through her mouth. Eventually, Swift's awful rectal sigh vacated the den, but not without burning itself into his poor mother's memory. She flashed her son a betrayed look, but he was already asleep, snoozing adorably next to his brothers and sisters. How could something so sweet concoct something so terrible within himself? Bazi heaved a tired sigh and dropped her head onto her paws for a well-deserved nap.