Trade with Puff: Her Romance Part 1
His leather jacket looked well worn, but not damaged. it had a couple of patches here and there with biker emblems that made little sense to anyone who didn't ride.
The Chat
He slid off the black leather jacket with his name, tanner, emblazoned across his back. it was time for a man to pokemon chat, and he smiled at the thought, and pulled the pokeball from his pocket.
Meta - 1-05 - Vapor
His sleeves grew tight, his leather jacket pulling open to reveal the low collar beneath and a thick haze of hair crossing his pectorals. aego and kira were amazed.
Curtains
They tugged their leather jackets, made sure every seam hugged the right muscle, as they talked about how they would make me moan their name, how they would make "all those dainty twinks" their loft studio harem.
Muscle Musk of the Dead
Muscle musk of the dead muscle musk of the dead busting through the glass of the store window, randy cried out as some of the glass cut through the sleeves of his leather jacket, tearing into his arms as he tried his best to ignore the pain, pulling out
Cave-in part 1
He eventually gave up on the bench, standing up, adjusting his leather belt that snugly held up his faded blue jeans, a simple black tank top, and a thick sturdy brown leather jacket. climbing boots on his paw. and fingerless glove ready to grip those
Meeting With Krystal
I stepped inside, calmly taking off my leather jacket. "so, how long will i be here for?" i asked, looking around. "oh, not terribly long, a day or two at most." a day or two. i grinned eviliy, not that krystal could see it. that was perfect!
Bear burdens of life (Chapter three)
At first all i saw was a tail wagging along the back of a leather jacket and jeans. but soon the wolf whipped his muzzle around and pierced me with his huge red eyes.
That Good Old Fashioned
Ozzie suggested it given he was feeling a _specific_ kinda way – going all leather jacket tonight, and he even got anson in some appropriate clothes for the occasion too.
Chapter Five Impmon
A long sleeved purple leather jacket lined with fur formed about his shoulders, the golden teeth of a zipper that would never close exposing the white flesh of his now muscular torso.
Just One Couldn't Hurt
He had his favorite pair of deltapaw sunglasses turned up in his hair, his black leather jacket with a snazzy grey shirt, and dark blue jeans with just the smallest of tearing.
The Candy Factory Prelude
The black bear leaned over, shoulders hunched, stretching the taut leather jacket hugging his beefy torso. thick rolls of neck fur spilled around the collar, making it hard to tell where his neck ended and his head began.