Jak & Daxter: Safety - Chapter Three
She pinned another dripping neoprene top to the line. "and he may have gotten thrown in with the delicates once." a laugh burst through jak's doldrums. he crossed his arms over the napkin toga. "dax never mentioned that."
Smoke Trails
The neoprene felt rough, unpleasantly ticklish against his sensitive shaft. well, judging from her reaction she certainly _was_ in heat. she had tried avoiding suppressants altogether a few times while they were together.
Inglorious Duty part 2
The musk of a dozen males and a hard day of police work that had thankfully been trapped by her neoprene uniform. she didn't care about her neighbors noticing. they wouldn't say anything. hell, the judging looks made her a little wet.
Lifeguarded
The single piece of neoprene fabric snug his slender, softly toned body perfectly.
Rubber Recruitment (1/2)
Once he seen his prey was gone the neoprene shark sank back below the surface, marked only by a few ripples before it went still once again.
Shark Shampoo
He turned sideways, then the other wide, letting it all rinse him before he reached up and unzipped, letting the black and blue neoprene like material release his chest.
Snakeskin - Basic Training
His clothing underneath consisted of thick black neoprene pants and long-sleeves, with grey plastic plates that covered over several areas of his body.
Nephi's Treatment
It had a seat with neoprene shackles and stainless steel hardware mounted into the tub itself. a patient could be shackled to the spa's bench, and it could be filled up to chest level with the water.
Parole Arena
Embrak bit back a yelp and squirmed, tail flagging desperately as he was filled but the squirrel had him by the handles his smooth sleek neoprene body stretching to accommodate the invading member.
Inglorious Date part 1
With the hoodie's length and skirt like hem along with her neoprene pants it made a nice outfit. other than the knee pads.
Tides Ch. 3: Let Me Show You
He looked back at rain, panting a bit, the entire ordeal having made his sheath rather full in spite of his not entirely pleasant surprise, evident by the tight neoprene. "why can you still wear yours?"
Medically (Un)Necessary
Gin said; he seemed to slump on the operating table, fully relaxing against the neoprene padding. "well, you just keep feeling good, gin, you're doing a great thing," the rat chimed. "think about how happy devin's gonna be, right?