Open House: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Identity Adventure: Level Three
jax's eyes narrowed.
Tales of Airethe 3: Welcome to Redclyffe
Alysa is usually not one to obey orders but something tells her this woman means business and she slips out of the saddle, patting jax's mane affectionately.
Saturday Afternoon -- Window Shopping
jax catches on too soon, and with my first squeeze, he hunkers even closer to my rear and instead shoves his tongue inside me.
Episode 8: The Derilect
Sonya jax shouted as she entered the impulse engine bay. "where are you?" nothing. "jax to jakar," she said, tapping her com-badge. it merely squeaked in non compliance.
Who Needs A Script?
_" of quiet pleasure as she voluntarily gagged herself around jax's cock, able to feel the first shots of his seed pouring right down her stretched, open throat.
//?A Curious Sergal: Part 13.001
Even with the thin rag tied over his eyes jax could feel the cool tears running down his cheeks from his burning retinas. jax kept walking. it was getting hard to keep his breathing steady.
Overprotective
Sangor knew better than to approach such an anomaly alone and left the cave, coming back a few minutes later with neffi and jax both in tow. "by the gods..." jax gasped as the two caught sight of the cocoon for the first time.
Bugging Out (7/10)
"jax, pick up your damn radio and talk to me, you should have been down with that room ten minutes ago!"
Shy is cute (part 2)
It was on facebook, it said **"i have the best boyfriend ever :d with jax"** i put my phone in my pocket and set the dishes aside to air dry.
Level Five, Graduation: A Pink and Blue Diaperfur Adventure; Part One!
"that's okay, jax," he said grudgingly. he had heard jax's cell phone story while the scouts were changing him out of his soaked diapers and pants, though he now realized jax's story had largely served as a distraction while ace hid his car keys.
Farren's Fixers 3: Interlude - The vigil
"and i don't like it either," said jax. "not one damn bit."
Adept Paws 8: Of King and Corgi
jax's father slipped from the dark of a curtain, whisper-quiet, unnocking the arrow from his bow.