Victor McBelle Bull Vore
Born in Georgia, and moved to North Carolina. Victor McBelle is a 6'11 anthropomorphic brown bull with a dark brown forehead and a white mark going down to his muzzle. He has a well built body with sexy muscles. He has a well toned butt with a brown bull tail. He has a thick anatomically correct bull penis stored within a furry penis sheath when it's not erect. His fur covered testicles hang down and swing when he walks. He protects the farm from thieves and trespassers. He's a very tough and straightforward bull, but has a soft spot for friends, family, and his little cow sister, Bessie McBelle. He loves willing prey and unwilling prey. He is bisexual. He is straightforward but also gentle to good people. His stomach is slightly chubby but still firm. He lives on Golden Meadow Farm. Victor is self taught kick boxer.
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