A Day for Lemonade
The bottle looked so...phallic. isabella groaned. "no, not again," she said, feeling her mind and body slip back into a salacious mood. she felt her jean shorts growing wet. "so hot and bothered," she said.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Forty-fourth Entry
Shuddering, jonna didn't resist as maji pressed a thick, phallic tentacle to her broad, bovine muzzle, parting her lips, letting the plump, sweet-smelling member enter her mouth.
The Changer of Ways
He couldn't help but stare into the black, distorted, drooling face of the former warlock; the mindless look of lust in terrin's phallic visage was far more horrifying than the cold spite he used to project...
Vulpine Reformatory School - Chapter 4 - Miss Autumn
I inserted the phallic devices until the tips touched the back of the vixens' throats.
The Best and Greatest Sequel: Pron Harder Damnit!
Amethyst twilight tw'inkle's twenty inch pork sword became twenty phallic tentacles, which grabbed professor mog and started probing his murrhole. "feel the alpha in my noodly appendages!!"
Eddmirazzyu
He twisted and wriggled, at one end of a long tube of phallic flesh with two legs wiggling in the air at their center. however, the way the legs were now oriented, he was the tail!
A little indulgence
You hear her soft gasp and chuckle to yourself, trying to keep your eyes on the screen as the girl there moves to putting that sucker, yes a phallic shaped sucker on a stick, into her pussy and stroking it in and out.
Visiting Nestor's Workshop
"this," nestor motioned to the scroll that had a sketch of a phallic cock drawn on it, "is for you. i drew it last night."
Gift story for EliteTrick
The tentacles in his hands changed shape and consistency, becoming phallic and warm. trick began stroking them firmly without being told, he knew what was expected of him. _"so glad to see you have accepted your fate.
Castle experiment
Tina approached faster then, moving forward to examine the phallic protrusion out of her friends groin. "how did you get this? where's your nub?" she asks innocently, watching the bunny-prick with rapt attention. "i-it's still my nub, i-idiot!
Sweet Agony of Victory, Sour Joy of Defeat
Its trunk is tumescent, the plant's foliage mushrooming phallically; ironically, its surface is a vivid, enflamed fuchsia, like unto your dreamt-of folds. we gasp for air, our dry mouths drinking life-giving oxygen in with sour joy.
Just Once: the Morning After
"you know, just to spite your slut-shaming ass, i'm just going to say it right now: that is the most phallic-shaped attempt at making the oh-so-holy cross i have ever seen. also, it's a lowercase t.