The Sapphire Pools
Other times he remained in his den, listening to the howl of monsoon winds as his toned body endured its own storm.
Special Assignments - Chapter Thirty Five
The rain was falling harder than ever, it felt more like a tropical monsoon than english winter rain. my fur was dripping wet and i couldn't help but marvel at the situation.
Kioga: A Malicious Prank
Overall, some years were better than others; fifteen was a dry year and seventeen an absolute monsoon. kioga was very sensitive. his diet had to be exact, and his stress needed to be constantly monitored.
Helluva Workout - Commission for anubiis_werewolf
His euphoria peaked with an orgasm like a monsoon. his valorous cock erupted a geyser of marble cum that flew across the gym like a jet from a fire hose. "_gaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh~!_" screamed rose, both out of triumph and ecstasy.
Electric Violet-Blue
Cheered on bill, as the natural night air conditioning, perfumed in its own glory of flowers and ocean scents, and other furs of the night laughing on the sidewalk of monsoon avenue, either drunk, high or sober.
The Desert's Truth
Wild flowers, distant desert monsoon. lighter than ava, but no less potent on his mind. he leaned away, heat continuing to gather. serra put a paw on his face, claws retracted. he pressed his face into her pads—warmth seeped into his skin.
For Every Door that Closes -- Thirteen
Forty, maybe fifty monsoons ago. not really important to keep track." the white rat flipped several switches, and the humming of the machines started dying down. out of the corner of my eye, i saw the image of myself and hyipgr beginning to fade.
The Birth of a Phoenix (Chapter 1) (Draft 2)
Brier rose reach was situated by the coast, and i could feel the cool monsoon sweeping from across the bay. the temperature was hot but the air, being coastal, felt cool.
Winter Workers
"it all started with monsoon, of course! it was too much trouble for their regional spirits to plan out their own storms, so they transitioned to centralized planning and orchestration of large-scale weather patterns.
Back Room at the Club
Her hand continues to work your own girlshaft, the building monsoon of pleasure in you reaching a crescendo. your own seed splashes on the padding of the floor. leathers pulls back and rises, letting the circulation return to your legs.
You're Never Too Old for Horseplay
By this time, it was a monsoon level storm that had overtaken the region and raining was coming down sideways. we failed to notice. i have stuck my cock in a lot of females. i mentioned that.
Popper Friendly (Scat, human char.)
All of those bodily contrived noises on steroids, however, could not distract him from the monsoon rains of diarrheal pig manure splattering against the plastic sides of the funnel and gushing down into the condom like so much corn-filled mud like a landslide