Merry Christmas, Kevin
His rudder-tip began bapping the floor anxiously. "yep! can you go tell kevin we're eating as soon as your dad gets home? should be about 20 minutes." "yayyyy fish stew!!! fish stew fish stewwwww..."
Halloween 2013: Part 2
Twitching his paws, arching his back and using his rudder to steer he managed to surface halfway back toward the edge of the pool.
Step Right Up!
Kissing, grooming along that engorged girth and chrrling as his rudder snaked along the hugely distended sac. 'you really meant it, about going for thirds, al'?'
Out of Water - Part X
As ivan more than happily took hold of the rudder of the dynamic, the urchinhide father vanished for a moment into the family hut. when he came back outside, hudder held several things in his paws.
Lurking in the Mud - Estate Agents
At the same time his rudder whacked the handle of his shovel, knocking it onto the ground and dislodging the ground beneath carl causing the edge of the pit to collapse.
Ocean Depths part 23
That rudder like tail curling around his own head resting on top of lucas's leg completing the makeshift ball. lucas leaned back a bit, pressing his groin into the otter face not that he seemed to mind.
Confluence
The sea-otter crossed his arms, his thick rudder-tail laying heavy on the ground. his smile was whiskery, confident, aroused. sid stuttered. "i... i..." "and a little less of the 'coy boy' fantasy, if you don't mind.
Root of the Issue
She gave a slight sway of her rudder when vincent came around and took her by the hips, guiding her up to her parent's house. vincent rang the doorbell and gave mary's hip a squeeze.
The Books Won't Tell
His rudder-tail was making sharp batting movements. he was grunting in audible pleasure. "uhnn. uhhg." her muzzle, hot, wet, humid, slid, slid ... and settled. suck. "hah!" suck. he shivered.
Taxi Cab Cheating
The most beautiful roan and brown mingled fur coating her sides, legs, arms, back and long three foot rudder of a tail. only her belly changed color to a soft creamy white tone only hidden by her outfit.
None and Much the Richer
Her whiskers gave a few brushes, and her rudder-tail steered slowly back and forth, back and forth. her rich-brown fur soft. her breaths coming easy. "i'm right, aren't i? so, you're a pirate. hmm ... that is interesting.
Rough Seas [Patreon Commission]
Askia brought his paw up from the otter's hip to grab his rudder and pull it further up, leaning back just a little bit further so he could pound into him faster, harder, deeper. as expected, though, marc couldn't hold on for much longer.