Twinks Across America: Ch. 39 - Virginia
In return, the lion's tuft tail swished eagerly while beginning to purr once more. "free dick and free snacks?" he giggled. "i'm in!" once again, he failed to suppress a neigh. one of many, many times that night.
Survival Of The Fittest
Only a small tuft of fur from his rear saw the light of day, sheepishly peering over the horizon.
It takes me nowhere
An old man on his way to the pub of his youth, drawn to the well kept brown hair surrounding two black-tufted cat ears.
Don't Need to Be Afraid
Near the front of the den, a young lion cub with a gold colored pelt, a rusty-red head tuft of fur, and a black pride lander nose was stirring.
Going For a Ride (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "now this...", holding up the riding crop as his feather tufts of ears perked to match his own erection's vigor. ~ the raccoon's loins concurred.
The way to a gryphon's heart
Kaerya's tufted tail slapped him over the snout, halting his advance. "leave them for later. they're grimy and unappealing compared to my privates."
Appreciating Space
Lexi's short claws raked through ashton's chest tuft. his large wolf paws glazed down lexi's sides and hips as slow as honey. pulling back, the pair violently worked their clothes off.
Trapped For His Fur
The cuffs actually felt tighter than before, as fur continued to spring up across his body in large, thick and delicate tufts, while the flesh between those spaces filled in a bit more slowly.
Moonlight Surprise- A Werewolf MTF TF/TG
Her widened mouth dropped open, dark claws digging into his pelt and tearing aside little tufts of fur. she panted, tongue bloating and flopping out of her mouth and mixing drool with her tears.
Learning from a Lioness
I ask as i watch her tufted tail thumping against the scrubby grass. "i suppose not." her voice purrs, deep and throaty. "although if i was, that question wouldn't do you much good, now would it?" i pause."
The Long Weekend - Saturday, Early Afternoon
Dion sported a thick, curly beard that tufted further out at his chin. twisted in dion's hands was a heavy chain that arced down.
Chapter 8 - Moving Day
I'm moaning as i keep tugging on the tuft of mane. "because i'll let you in on a secret kitty." nibbling his ear as he arches back moaning at the touch of my teeth i whisper.