Hank's Hookah House: Trying Something Different
Each strain has a unique flavor, but malipo is what i call the premo. it's the best part of all three. also, don't forget to ask about our special flavored cigars! they're made from a variety of jasho tobacco, the same as the shisha.
Pokemon Breeding Guide: Espeon
His scent was overwhelming, his flavour an electric shock, the instincts of her body demanding absolute her absolute sexual submission.
Sweetening Negotiations
The leopard got a thorough sample of the dragon’s flavour to go along with the scent pumping from that exposed cock and those massive nuts hanging between her legs.
Bunny's birthday party
Bunny's birthday party \*Slam\* The old wooden door almost shattered as Bunny entered his home. He left his backpack somewhere in the dark. He didn't bother to turn on the lights; he knew the path to his room perfectly. As he entered, he slammed...
An Acquired Taste
The flavor sang to his senses, making sparks dance in his vision before he moaned and lapped out again.
Feed That Cow
There was just so much flavour to drain from those drenched feathers.
The back alley
Dipping my tongue down, i rasped around the sharp pointed end of it, like you would with a lollipop, trying to find the core of flavour.
New to the Neighborhood
Kurt was surprised as well from the flavor that met his tongue. like the pit’s scent, it wasn’t unpleasant but it wasn’t a subtle flavor either. though extreme for some, the tang of canine sweat immediately hooked the human. “woah.
The Hungry Werewolf
He was surprised at the strong sweet flavor of strawberry filling his mouth, though just as quickly as it had come the flavor was gone leaving a warm tingly sensation in his mouth.
Driven Inside
The flavor of cherries briefly disoriented him, then he remembered the gimmick. he ended up tuning out the flavor, finding the musky stink of ward's loins considerably more pleasurable.
How To Trust A Dragon
How To Trust A Dragon by ilbv and Dragonsurfer A green dragon named Kiya was walking through the forest, his belly growled loudly with hunger as he looked for food. Grumbling to himself as he was unable to catch anything all day and was now starving...
A Taste of Passion
Honestly, he was enjoying the flavor of this little beasty too. a regular rub of his tongue against that coerced erection was slathering a line of precum on his taste buds; the flavor almost sweet along with the cinnamon, like a basting glaze.