Sheep Shagging: Lust Farm I
He realized that he had forgotten her little bobtail. he felt her push at his buttocks, forcing his cock knot-deep into her waiting pussy. 'the hell with it.' he thought.
God Killers: Frost--Chapter 1: Meet Frost
Lining himself up with her drenched treasure chest, the little bobtail flickering once more, making him grunt in adorable lechery. grunting corbin gave a short and quit thrust, spearing the rabbit girl.
1.3 - Leave the Light On
Seward nodded, bobtail flagging, flickering nervously. "i suppose ... " "what's wrong?" "i've never had someone inside my head before," the snow rabbit replied, hesitantly. "i've been inside it for the past few minutes. no big deal.
Re-Upload God Killers: Frost--Chapter 1: Meet Frost
Lining himself up with her drenched treasure chest, the little bobtail flickering once more, making him grunt in adorable lechery. grunting corbin gave a short and quit thrust, spearing the rabbit girl.
A Folded Bird
Her white bobtail did a few bobs. "it's the generic kind of throat drops, though. i don't know if, uh, that makes any difference. and they had peanut butter," he said, taking the peanut butter jar out of one of the bags, "but no celery."
No Sloe Gin Tonight
Her snow-white bobtail, though, sticking up, collecting the material, and keeping her rump from being fully, loosely covered. the train sounded. that was a trademark of an indianapolis night. train whistles.
The Murdered Sun
You should be grateful that ... " "do not bother," the snow rabbit guard said, interrupting, bobtail flicking with tension. "do not bother trying to argue with them. they're too primitive to understand the ... " swipe!
The Non-Insurgency
Eyes darting to her flicker-flicking bobtail. and the poise of her constant gait. and ... ... she stopped. and he ran into her, with a soft bump. he squeaked. and she turned slowly around, brow raised. "w-what?"
What Kind of Force
Fur warm, soft, and his tail snaking ... and her tail flicking like the bobtail it was. she of the ice. emotions controlled. and him so, so emotional. like opposing weather fronts ... that, should they collide, would create ... ... sparks.
1.9 - Never So Clean
Very high winds and extremely low visibility," annika elaborated, her pretty bobtail flickering once, twice. "in addition to that, reverie has a cargo schedule to keep.
The Easter Bunny: Painting Her Eggs White
I grunt as i got up and brush my bobtail. humph. that teaches me to keep my mind on where i am running. luckily it is a tree root, not a 100 ton heavy duty cargo hauler.
For the Win
Her holy-white flame of a bobtail flicker-flicked behind her. "it is well within reach. i shall reach it for you," she promised, still petting him, still providing her presence. another sigh. a momentary pause.