“Cawing softly and scratching my gnarled claws against the nest, I felt his powerful, jagged beak sliding gently across my tender, moist cloaca, his feathers bristling with desire…”
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“Cawing softly and scratching my gnarled claws against the nest, I felt his powerful, jagged beak sliding gently across my tender, moist cloaca, his feathers bristling with desire…”