Roll Away Your Stone
Ruth inhaled slowly, turning his head to watch jacob; the wolfhound's ear was swiveled towards him. his mother and jacob both had never forced him to go to church, and he was certain that the wolfhound was aware of that.
Acting In Nature
The pleasured growl from the wolfhound just made her wag her tail more fanning her musky heat scent into the air.
E & K~~The Chase:
The slicked wolfhound paw stroked up and down, with a firm grip. up and down, up and down, stroke after stroke. ekin could feel his testicles throbbing at the steady masturbation from the wolfhound male.
A Vignette From the Roadhouse: Russet's Recollection
The bear, confused, did as he was told, trusting the old wolfhound, and removed his boots, the wolfhound sat down cross legged and taking off the bear's socks, he pressed his thumbs into the sole of the bear's paws.
Dating Out. Chapter Seven.
“just stay in bed, maxie…” corey muttered, and the irish wolfhound chuckled at that as he continued to stroke and pet the feline snuggling next to him.
Typical all-American girl
"knows the kind of girl you are," the wolfhound finished. it was a very matter-of-fact statement.
The Storm Wolf: Tranquil waters - chapter 8 - Council 8.1
Qana wanted to silence the wolfhound because he knew what the wolfhound would say—he knew who the mastermind was. i tried to steady my hands as i placed the spoon back on the tray. why?
Roadhouse Vignette Gaiden: Predawn Contemplation
Wordlessly, the dobe fished out her lighter, and flicked it open again, and then, knelt down on one knee to light the old wolfhound's cigarette. the gesture had the wolfhound's eyes raise up a little, taken aback.
Dating Out. Chapter Two.
The wolfhound said before taking a seat across from him. corey wasn't sure what he was getting at until he felt one of maxwell's long legs brush against his as the wolfhound pushed himself into the table.
Dating Out. Chapter Six.
Corey asked and the irish wolfhound just smiled as he rested back. "nothing, my dear sweet kitten. just me thinking out loud."
Catholic Bitch: Cathouse for Dogs
_ the wolfhound was _huge_. meaghan's eyes popped open as his fat cock speared right into her puffed-up spade, spreading her wide until the bony tip smashed into her tight, pelvic hole.
Any Savepoint In A Storm.
The irish wolfhound was a nerdy type.