The Flesh Trade, pt 6: Betrayal Betrayed
The wolf roughly grabbed the back of the slave's head and shoved it against the tight bulge of his camo shorts.
Meet Me by the Railroad Tracks (Patreon)
Over his form he was adorned in camouflage fatigues that were remiss of a woodland terrain and various small packs that hung from shoulder straps, carrying various survival gear and medical supplies.
Abduction | Prisoner part 1
Her purple and green scales would make camouflage impossible, but if she found a marsh, she may be able to blend in with the todoki mushrooms. but that was quite the if, as the creatures were gaining on her faster than before.
[DolphinSanity] Blending In
It took all of izzy’s willpower not to rapid-camo and try to become unseen right now. he didn’t want to betray that he had anything but ordinary camo abilities, and needed to seem as open and transparent as possible -- transparent, but [i]seen!
A Different Kind of Training - Part 22
He began to use his camouflage and turned to flee from the embarrassment, but his hand was caught by masu, who held it firmly. "don't go," he managed to mumble. yari stopped in his tracks and reversed the camo. "sorry, i just...
Got Caught
To his surprise, gabe did just that, soaking his camo pants until a puddle saturated his boots and the tiled floor underneath him.
Rough Looking Guy
He wore black and grey camo pants, heavy, black boots, a kind of a black leather coat and he had part of his head furs shown for a really shaggy, dangerous look.
Alpha[FA].txt
Then, a pair of figures emerged from the desert scrub, both dressed in raggedy robes that were colored to camouflage them in the desert. both had rifles across their backs, sniper rifles, as i had suspected.
Under the Polar Lights
For weeks and sometimes months in row, he had reconnoitred the northern wastelands, and had years of training and experience in self-defence, combat and ambush techniques, survival skills and camouflage behind him.
Battleborn (Chapter 1)
\>her black urban camo shirt is tight on her toned yet supple chest and tummy, and her black shorts are tight to her thighs. \>you are a clone, a specifically bred handler for a donner, made through star-51.
Cell 4A
Thighs flexing hard, muscle bulging under the patterened camo, arms yanking up at the siberian's neck, brick tried to ride the captive tiger's cock.
My Gym Partner's Bro Tends The Privates (Part 1)
He reached down in those camos, snatching an also-pint-sized two-way. "too bad, the dumb way you've gone about it'll only hurt him in the long run."