Club Hybrid
She stopped kissing me and had focused her attention back to my pants, my pants were pooled round my ankles a few moments later, leaving me naked since i liked to go commando, exposing my half mast cock to her dainty paws.
For Whom the Cowbell Tolls
Even buford was blushing at the sight bryse's new milkers and snatch as his dick rose half-mast. "um...dinner is ready about now. you must be hungry after what happened." "yeah...ok. thanks." was all she could get out.
Typical Day For Floret
Giving his lover one last thrust, he withdrew and took a step towards the girl, hand held out in a show of greeting, cock still at half-mast and dripping.
A Butler's Profession
Before the ferret had even kneeled down between the rabbit's spread legs, it was already at half mast. barnaby cautiously wrapped his fingers around the slowly growing dick.
Project Zolaris: Ch. 2
The pirate ship waiting in the port had its flag at half-mast to show its captains passing. they'd be in port awhile yet.
Farm Life
And last but not least he had already risen to half mast making a spectacular tent in the front of his night shirt. not sure what to do in that moment he froze and blacky raped her arms around him while he stood frozen.
Served Hot
She took hold of his kittenhood, which was only at half-mast. he winced when she tenderly wrapped her fingers about his girth, and cradled his sac with her other paw.
Teenage Troubles: Chapter 3
For one, he was at half mast in his pants and whenever he looked at the fox he could only think of max. lyall paused the movie, "can you turn it off?" lyall asked. "i don't think i ever want to look up again."
The Sour Pup #3
He was soon as half-mast, and caleb deemed it sizeable enough. he moved himself up and slipped his panties to the side so that his pucker could nestle against the warm member.
Rainy Date
Soon, they were half-mast, steadily pulsing to life under ash's assault. "a-ash..."
The plot thickens
He got to half mast before the extra bloodflow made the tip of his dick too sensitive to continue. feeling the pins and needles of extra sensitivity, the tiger cub gasped and shot his hand down into the slimy depths to cup himself.
The Lion, the Victor and the Bathrobe
His ears were at half-mast, though, and my own cheeks (and let's be honest, my pants, too) were feeling the effects of the slippery remark coming from the big dobie in his comfy chair.