Frisky Booty 15: Unkinking a Hose

# Chapter 15: Unkinking a Hose Their new paradox was when to be dirty and when to be clean. There were times, for example, when George would be at a urinal and fart, and the pungent smell would hit his nostrils and he’d frown. Evolution, after all,...

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Highschool, reputation, and the wrong kind of attention (part 3)

When the tauren finally removed that dirty finger, he went back behind the boy, actually getting on his own knees behind him and pulled up the boys tail.

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Team Vile Rising

Oh god you don't want to cum, but it happens anyways, your hips convulsing as the boy drives that poke-ball halfway down your shaft with three dirty fingers, the red an' white ball plugging your cock in the middle, with the kid squeezing the upper portion

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Tanya In Naughty On The Bed

She pressed 3 of her poop and vomit dirty fingers into her hole, groaning as she did. and then pressed even harder to poop, unable to unfortunately.

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Officer Wank

She shamelessly lifted her stroking paw and savored her dirty fingers. kaz not being one for half measures not only sniffed them, but also ground them against her nose.

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So cute & innocent on the surface... So corrupt & slutty underneath

The males utterly filthy crotch teasing him right there.\* the anthro equine frowns slightly as the lionboy starts to suckle on that dirty finger.

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the cook's girl

Sara breathed in sharply, her hair standing on end as she felt the butter smear onto her hole and up inside her. after a while of spreading the butter around on his future "snack", the cook tossed the stick away and smoothed out the lumps with one dirty finger

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A shameful secret...

He tapped the picture frame with his dirty fingers, leering at the image of the pretty mare. "she'll leave ya in a heartbeat.

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Desolation Peak

Jack dug his dirty fingers into his thighs and pressed, calming in the throb of protesting pain. no, he did not want to leave the cabin. just make sure that _they_ could not rake him, they that were outside, they that were 'out there'.

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After the Bombs: Chapter 2

The wicked grin grew wider, the accursed knife pressing against her throat once more as he spit onto his other hand, slicking up his fingers before rubbing the length of her slit, parting her nether lips with his dirty fingers.

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From Man to Broodmare

Swearing and muttering under his breath – there was no one but him left on the yard – dylan ran his dirty fingers back through his blonde hair, which had once again grown long and unruly. it would need cutting, but where was the time for that?

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