Guardian of the Saurians 02
Once his hips had disappeared into her, he felt the sharp texture of ceylon's tail maw release from the base of his tail and slowly slide off it.
My Scaly Indulgence
Digging my claws into the bedding as once again my tailed rump rose, to enjoy the delightful texture of jame's manhood smoothly pushing back into me on the way down.
Every Other Friday
His own tongue met walter's - rougher, textured with the fine spines characteristic of felines. walter's breath caught. he'd felt that texture in other moments, but here, in a kiss, it was different. more intimate.
Corruption Cave
She ran her hands along its undulating form - reveling in its slippery texture and warmth. suddenly, a single tentacle emerged from the creature's body and slowly weaved towards her mouth.
Heated Encounter
While the rougher texture of scales appeased to her smooth flesh that begged to be rid of that persistent itch, that superficial pleasure failed to fully satisfy her.
Night of the Leopards
He only now noticed the soggy texture of his precum-soaked underwear, lukewarm and irritating to his sensitive barbs.
The Weredragon - Day Zero
Reaching for it he grips the base of the flaccid shaft and lifts it up, admiring the size and texture. apart from the shear size of a yet still soft daemonic penis, it now also features other enhancements.
How To Pack A Suitcase
She ran her long, pink tongue over the firm bulge, her textured tongue making a faint scritch that sent chills shooting throughout the bat's body.
A Wasteland Army
Beneath his digit, the scales and skin were akin to a soft mix: leathery in texture, but fresh to the touch.
Amulet in the Attic
Before long my flesh was covered in a strange lumpy texture that even as i stood there changed into a metallic gold plating.
Pets: Chapter4
The water made him feel the food, made him feel all the greatness of its tastes and textures. it made him want to eat, to taste more food. his senses wanted something, something to feel, to taste, to eat.
Mounted in the Meadow 2
Her fur had certainly looked thick, but the sensation, the texture of it, was something else entirely. he could not have imagined such a soothing degree of softness.