Belleton, Chapter Twelve
Solierre ached all over, stretched from wrists to ankles and filled with that unyielding, scaly tube.
Shifting Observation - F to Werewolf TF
Her big toe spurted a black claw but remained fairly small and receded back towards the ankle. the ankle itself was bigger and was locked in a digitigrade position.
Hunter's Nightmare
Tying his ankles together, the immense brachiosaur stood and fetched a juicy bluish fruit from a nearby bowl, squeezing it into his palms before rubbing the slick juices over his fat throbbing cock.
The Pack's Breakfast
Her ankle wasn't the only part of her that ached.
No Longer Young
The zebra on top had his wrists bound to the horse's ankles while the horse's wrists were bound to his ankles. a big daddy tiger wearing chaps growled in the zebra's ear as he pushed on the back of the kid's head, forcing him to suck on hard horse cock.
Icebound - Chapter 5
His entire ankle was swollen, probably sprained. he limped over to a nearby tree, intending to take care of priority one. § standing back up was painfully awkward, having to use only one hand and leg.
Inflatabull
Coach untied my wrists and ankles from the smith machine, and picked the weights up off the floor. "it's almost time for opening, kiddo. you better bring me a lot of customers." he led me to the door by the weights attached to my ankles.
Night of the Hunt 2
That however, was something he couldn't do anything about, and his ankle demanded more attention than his wet, uncomfortable trousers. trying to put weight on his twisted ankle, miles quickly jerked his foot back. "fucking fuck!"
Big Bear Trouble
The bear kept on trying to kick at him wildly, though the bear's kicks were blind and uncontrollable, the bear did feel the pants slide off of his ankles finally, then the restraints clicked back around his ankles, the kicking ceasing and then he quivered,
Silent
He used them through vertical holes on the shackles to secure them permanently to my ankles. hammered in they will be irremovable after the metal cooled down. the metal painfully transferred the impacts of the hammer onto my ankles.
Whistleblower
"you got a pretty good bruise on your ankle," the croc stated as he pointed towards my right ankle. sure enough, right when he pointed it out, it started to begin to throb in pain. the board that i had must have ricochet off my ankle.
Master Crane's capture
Something new clicked around crane's ankle and stuck, a metallic clacking sounding from it. the ankle was hoisted up, thin chain snaking along the back of crane's neck.