Junkyard Dogs
This one seemed to be even more built, his fur like the first, was jet black. his muzzle had hints of brown with some on his eyebrows as well as paws.
Chapter 1: Every End is a Beginning
Didnt care anymore i couldnt feel the pain guess u want to know who i am well u can call me shadow its not my real name but its what i go by i dropped my real name long ago when the beating started i am 16 years old built somewhat muscularly i am 5 foot 8 jet black
A Last Chance
Finrir woke up as this was happening, and saw chance's gleaming golden yellow eyes in the night, then the crimson tufts of fur clashing with the jet black coat came into focus, as the muscular
I Was A teenage *Vegitarian* Werespider
He had brown eyes and mostly jet black hair with a bit of red highlights a four eyes punk geek! ironically his class was on a field trip to a museum that had a spider display.
Unexpected Rhino
The bull's sheath looked solid and virile, and his balls hung to the middle of his thighs, jet black and heavy. konstantine quickly stood up and turned away, focusing on his locker. no no no, don't look. you'll make things worse.
Ethan in the Locker Room
The dog's body was covered by a thin film of sweat from the morning workout, and the masculine musk filled ethan's lungs and egged him on as he licked and sucked the salty sweat out of the short, jet black fur, two brown spots above each pec.
Camp Pride
The last of the brown drained away from his body hair, leaving it all jet black. his eyebrows grew together, his beard hair spread up and soft black fur pushed out around his eyes and across his nose.
Becoming Symbiotic #1
You see your seed going from white to a dark grey to finally a pure jet black, darker than the rain that corrupted you. finally you stop cumming, your mind completely blank, you soon pass out from exhaustion. you see yourself surrounded by a black void.
Private Screening [Subscriber Reward]
A jet black feather quill rested inside a beautiful little glass inkwell. it contrasted quite sharply with the waiver draped on the plinth; cheap white paper with bog-standard typewritten text. a bit modern for izzy’s taste.
fall of the modern age chapter 4
He felt her firm breasts and looked at the inch and three quarter jet black areolas with pencil eraser size nipples. she had him suck on them. he tasted sweet milk running down his throat.
My Little Runaway
With a grin, she was through his boxers, and had pulled out her prize, his nearly fully-erect, jet black member. he smiled and reached around on the side table as she inspected his length, letting her enjoy it a bit.
Mousetrap
She kept unzipping until she could reach in and, tugging down her panties, pulled out a jet black equine cock, the balls plopping free as well.