Leave Time
She had even planned to give herself to him on her 18th birthday she had loved him, she had wanted nothing else but to burrow her face into his chest and feel his soft fur. her face began to warm up at the thoughts of his soft fur.
Comfort Me
Sarah bent down over his head, burying her face in the soft fur of his neck. "why, blaze? what's wrong with my eyes? so they're red! big deal! it doesn't matter, does it? you're my only friend blaze, just you."
The fluffiest tail (hair/tail vore)
She was still sound asleep as he reached out a tentative hand and felt the soft fur. long hairs rustled as he pushed into it.
Combat Vignette 4
Her sleek, soft fur and hair was already matted with the crocodile's drool, but now that fluid was mingling with the more acidic juices both resting in the gut and actively being secreted by the walls massaging and pressing against her from every side.
Gentleman Soldier Chapter 3
She dug her fingers into her soft fur as her hips pumped back and forth, driving herself deeper and deeper into polly's hungry cunt.
Chapter 3: Wine and Women
All three of them had curled up on the couch before to watch a film and melissa loved to feel his soft fur. she wasn't allowed to have any pets in her apartment complex.
Lagomorphs -- Chapter 20: Sleeping Arrangements
Kneeling over the spread-eagled rab, jeff massaged his chest, then brushed the soft fur flat again.
The Change, part 2
He held him tighter, resting his cheek on artyom's softly-furred head. he gently squeezed him once, as if to confirm his reality, his solidity. the previous night had been rough.
thanks to eneasdarklord for pic
"so i can thank the beauty who helped me properly" her cheeks went deep red, the embarisment shineing through her soft fur "nyu" the lioness replied shyly "and you?" "now why would you wish to know that?"
Tutoring Reilly: Part One
With each thrust, his balls make an obscene slap not against the soft fur of reilly's backside, but against the leather of the couch underneath it, and timothy whines as much as he can around his makeshift gag.
Centre of Attention
A hand caressed his cheek, already burning hot beneath his soft fur, while another caressed his chest and felt his pounding heart.
Lost Puppy
Still shaking his screams dided down to sobs as he felt his head being cradled against soft fur. gentle, soothing hands stroked his ears. 'just a dream' he thought bitterly. ' a dream i can't escape.'