Cottontail vs. Roody
He growls, grunting as he fills her from the front this time, one hand holding her shoulder, the other lifting her leg and gripping her butt.
Pt 1 - The Druid's Table
She got ready to skip away when she was stopped by his hands holding her. "thank you... you... perfect," he said, smiling spookily wide... but it was a clearly happy smile. she returned it. "thank you! you're a perfect gentleman yourself...
Hypnovember Day 28 - Supernatural
The hand holding fahen up squeezed him tightly to make his throat tighten, its thumb pressing hard against his clitoris and turning his insides to jelly.
Zozafina vs. Chanda Part 3
Chanda collapses onto the ground, hands holding onto his stomach, and letting out a sigh. he groans, sweating, his look going towards his lord ghishinu. the elephantine noble strokes his trunk and nods. "i believe this is sufficient?" he asks hanioc.
Hero Practice - [Preview]
The broad-chested wolf grasped parabolt's shoulders in his hands, holding him firmly in place.
Cinnamon 4: Mousehunt
Cinnamon lazed on her side along the couch, one hand holding hazel's copy of_the war of the worlds_ in a comfortable reading position, other idly combing the fur of one breast.
Strong loving
hold onto his hips as he buried his erection deeply into his body, each thrust repeated this over and over.
Sport Fucking - Ch. 1
Luke's shins slid across the mattress, his hands holding the lion down bearing most of his substantial weight. his big bull balls slapped loudly against chuck's ass. my dick was hard and angry, the head peeking out of the bottom of my shorts.
Surviving Solitude Part 13
As my arm lowered, the bull comforted me by holding my hand, holding the stone. i let the stone drop beside our knees, then brung him up to me. soon, the three women came close, all kneeling down beside my face with pity in their eyes.
Sylvia's New Toys
The hand holding the beads massaged her hole about the the strand. she moaned as she pressed the next of the beads, as slowly as she could manage, into herself. she let both hands fall to the bed.
Losing Can Be Fun Too
A strangely soothing coolness begins to quell the burning as the hands holding your arms down are replaced. then another pointed prick enters you and the torment starts anew and you black out to the sounds of the girl screaming in agony.
The Door
The hands holding the candle were solely bone, nothing more. the body itself was rotted, flesh peeling from the bone. his whole ribcage was exposed, revealing each organ, and a still beating heart.