All I Need Is Him
"last time we got to the back of the throat," i groaned, his jowls opening around the tip of my arousal. "think you're gonna do better this time, babe?"
Practical Concepts
Desmond bit his bottom jowl and whined through it. he bucked up again, then fell flat on the bed, still holding aivon's paws in his. "shit, shi-i-it, fuck," he grunted, garbling his words through his bitten lower lip.
Carnival Games
Desmond chewed his full black jowl and opened up his fly.
Two's Company
I opened my mouth and curved my jowls into a smile, letting my tongue hang out of the side and panted lightly. "i guess so."
The Lead Crown: Ch 6c, Ghosts of the Past (Pt 5)
The doberman smiled, pausing to reach up and wipe an errant string of saliva from an unmoving portion of his jowls, "i am privy to mahy thins, ms, de'ahm... if you thinh this woman has the marhet cohnehed on sehets then you do not see the full pihturhe."
The Fruit Tree [M/M Lizard & Human]
It had a large reptilian head, with big jowls on each side of the neck. green scales covered its entire body, with bright orange spines along its head, back, and tail. it was casually laying on a big branch, staring at him.
Learning to be a Good Girl!- A Female Dog TF
Drool dripped from her tongue and jowls to the floor. "good girl," he said. a wave of calm went through her. she should listen to him. she should be obedient. "no!" she bit him on the hand, striking true despite the water feeling and lack of sight.
The Firing Squad
His salty tears run down his jowls and onto his desk, soaking a bit of papers, specifically, cuban salt's file. "i'm so, so sorry... i'm sorry... sorry!" he cries.
Pizza Box
The boy squeaked mid-sentence and bit his lower jowl. pheeze laughed in good humor, thinking desmond was just about the cutest thing he'd ever put it in. "ten minutes just... to what, exactly?"
Should Have Gone Before We Left
Once more, his cheeks were starting to bulge with the sheer volume he had to consume, but he swallowed faithfully against the leaking tip and tried to keep any from spilling over the edges of his jowls; he could pop a mint when he was done, but his clothes
A bad day in the tree house
Blood thickly coated her sons muzzle, a single red drop falling from his left jowl as if to punctuate the scene.
FPP Side Chapter: Fine Eating
She cleaned her palate with one last sip of wine, then dabbed her jowls with the napkin. it was purely formality; she ate even greasy pizza much too cleanly to need to seriously clean her face.