Make the Grade
Buster squeaked- and squealed when he felt the heavy hands press down on him again, nearly crushing him against the work out bench, forcing another helpless little choked squawk from the bunny. "yes. what?"
Working up a Sweat
Enro gestured to a scratched up wooden bench that sat between the row of broken lockers. "what do you think?" "not five stars but it will do." as the tiger sat down, the bench creaked under his massive frame.
Criminal Rehabilitation
The doctor walked next to the terminal and gestured for the rhino to step up on the bench. right before he reached the bench the doctor stopped ryan. "mr. howards, i apologize.
Working Out Some Tension Wolf Style
I tossed the lube bottles down to the floor and straddled the bench then, legs on either side, dildo in one paw, fleshjack in another.
Don't Call Me Coach (draft 2, chs 1 - 3 preview)
He picked the bench furthest away from the other patrons and loaded the barbell with a pyramid of plates that was his maximum bench. he lay under the barbell and benched. it felt too light.
The Idle
After a rather relaxing stroll, he found a bench set off the trail. unceremoniously, moloch flopped down on the bench and wrenched his waistband down, his cock taking no time to spring forth.
On Display Part 3: Window Shopping [Trade]
He turned lukas around so that he faced the bench in the corner. "i think it'd look better on the floor. your pants, too." lukas then found his head pushed down towards that bench while his paws were lifted up behind his back.
Where Easter Eggs Come From
She could feel something cool against her breasts as the wolf lined up a pair of jars and hooked their straps up to the bench. there was another couple pinches on her arm as the wolf hooked her up to an iv inside of the bench.
In the Sauna
He soon pulled away and lay on the bench. his rump firm and muscular, he turned his head and said 'mount me'. i got up on the bench and grasped the two buttocks, massaging them playfully.
Duty Chapter 27: Due Process
Finally, joji stepped away from the bench, and straightened himself up; fists at his sides and neck stiff. "and when we fail the people...well...we're _both_ facing an election this november."
Photo Booth
Ghost whimpered and grit his teeth to keep from making too much noise and his paws gripped the edge of the bench for support as each thrust jerked his body along the bench.
Damn Aphrodisiacs
. \* \* \* miyu sat silently on the old wooden bench by herself in the hot crowded mall waiting for her old friend.