Stuffing Knight
May tutted with disappointment and stopped the instant the calories stopped, spurring reese back into action.
Winter Warmth
The cow's arousal took advantage of his lapse and slurped a few of his inches back inside, spurring him to gather his nerve and take the plunge.
Draconis Combinus
He looked down and saw a spur sticking out of his thing, a tiny trickle of blood running down to his knee. "oh, shit." he said. "lie down." ilytheria ordered. jyrtan complied, feeling rather faint.
Diagram Demonic
spurred on by the fire, the leopard was extra sensitive, causing even this small touch to send her spiraling to heights of pleasure and arousal she had never experienced before.
An old love, rekindled.
I began to make short, quick thrusts into her as i warmed us both up, her sensual moans under me spurring me into action.
Soft Served
Her underwear strained to cover the soft expanse as she chased the spark again and gain, spurring her to thumb its waistband and snap it to her curves.
The Female Dex Chapter 1
It spurred him on so well, that the contents from his shaft slowly peaked out, revealing a massive red cock that was almost as big as the bird lady herself.
Alley Antics
His husky voice only spurred quill on, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth, pierced tongue running circles around the sensitive appendage. she loved to hear him moan, call her name.
Field Strip
Growling and swishing his tail, the dragon-like guilmon forcefully mashed his hips against lance's ass, spurring another pained groan from the aquatic predator. tears welled in the corners of lance's eyes.
*Cub* Donamer and The Many Little Steps Of The DragonScout Master Initiation - 2016
He poked it a few more times, with his arch and then heel spur before stepping right onto it despite donamer's hips bucking against his sole the second his weight was on it.
Schattenherz Teil 29
Sie beide gingen nun zusammen los durch den wald, sahen sich um und versuchten der quelle des flüsterns auf die spur zu kommen bis sie eine lichtung erreichten und nicht mehr wussten wolang.
a poem for sass
Petals i could pluck myself day in day out ganging her mouth tying her to the bed taking her as mine and mine aloe pulling her head wiping her back and her ass forcing my self inside her every being her muffled cries gaining speed and pitch spurring