Night Woods
Gaunt was i, ragged pete, and haggard bill. we worked quickly, with little talk. spurs and holsters clicked beneath worn, unkempt dusters. a boy had cried wolf. if only it had been a lie. a dozen of us came up from the south.
Oh! OH! Oh.
He grabbed the nearby dust rag and leaned back pulling our sticky bellyfur apart. he drew himself extremely slowly out of me with a wry grin and i giggled and squirmed at the torture.
Sauros, P1-1: Miya’s Trek
She tied a few rags around her bare feet so she could walk safely-ish, then took a few experimental paces back along the dirt road.
Shearing Time
It was dirty work, but he was used to dirty work, and the old woolen rag soaked in water helped ease the process of getting the worst of the muck off him.
Adolescent Lycanthrope
He's groaning into it, breath puffing fast and ragged as you jerk him off, the solid weight of his body pinning you without him having to actually, like, _do_ anything about it.
Big Bob and The Boy In Blue
Before jacob knew it, the bear was pressing the same damp rag from before, drugging him. after an orgasm like that, it took less than a second to put him out of his light, it was cute how he tried to resist the rag, turning his head away.
Emancipation: Awakening
The scales started to spread over the bridge of his nose as it flattened and his jaws ached to the point he coughed out a ragged cry.
Vix's Valentines day
He squirmed and twisted in place with a ragged cry.
Grad-Bash Part 18
"she was more worried for her rag," carson chuckled behind me. i grabbed one of her holy rags and ran the sink, dunking half of it in the cool water. i padded back to carson, who i motioned to sit down so i could reach.
Thick as Thieves
He cried out raggedly, his lips twisting back a little bit as the gryphon moved his paw away from his muzzle.
The Halfblood, Chapter 19
He watched her some more, blinking slowly as he picked up another rag and dipped it in some ice water, wetting it. pulling it back out of the bucket, he took the now dry cloth off of her forehead and replaced it with the cold rag.
Night of the Doberman
My breath comes in ragged pants as he pulls back, grinning down at me as my now longer pink tongue lolls out of my lips.