A Thing for Horses
He'd managed to shove his cock back behind his underwear but his pants still remained unzipped so the horse had no trouble delving his hand in there and rubbing at the raccoon's underwear bulge. "oooh! s-stop, wait- mmm!"
The Chronical'ers Journal part 1
But it is a world with dark secrets, heroes and villains alike..but before we delve into this torn world. let me take you on a journey...to the past. when it was all one continent. the big nova serpentia imperia. chapter: 1 origins.
Ringtail X Reader Quickie
Trying to thrust as quick as possible into her wetness, you continue delving deeper into her rear, until you're just hanging on by a thread, trying to get her to cum before you. crack!
Sol's Bio
As stated, he has delved into the concept of "emotions" such as happiness, sadness, and, most of all, love.
The Time of My Life Chapter 5 - A Snowday Pt.2
Try as i might, they went ahead and delved down their coffee. daez was a little shocked but handled it fine. james on the other hand, was panting and groaning. i then said laughing, "i told you not to try it dumbass."
Day 29) Nightmare
Like delving into a cold lake. his body shuddered yet pizza couldn't move. the tiger still locked firmly in place. he watched in horror as the set of eyes crawled up his legs. 'this has to be a bad dream!'
Old Flame (Part 2)
Alyssa just smiled at that and delved back down onto the shaft.
Been Thinking About Chris's Character
Some chapters back, i delved into chris's more assertive side due to being extremely intoxicated to the point he had barely any awareness during the act and absolutely no memory of it afterward...
The Voice
I close my eyes and listen, for a sound of hope and joy, for the birds' cries for companionship, something to delve into my loneliness. i lose my guise and christen, for a mound of fruit and soy.
Loving Again [Introduction]
His tongue worked like a straw, delving into the cool liquid and then curving slightly before returning to the interior of his muzzle, using his tongue much like a fleshy spoon to lap up the water.
Depths of Myself
My already slivered mind, if my life were a song, if a lordly hand attempted to place me upon the turn table and spin, such noise to deafen the sounds all joy or any other positive emotion, and that noise would over shadow the very hand that tried to delve
The Soloist
His composition will shake ground and air; the joy of others is lost as he delves into his plot. he needs no invitation, no missive asking for his service. the mood gives him his purpose; he acts as he pleases.