A Wolf in men’s clothing
A situation that made him smile, grin, and sigh in almost complete silence while he pressed his face against shean’s mane, inhaling the oily perfume and listening to the feline’s continuous purr.
The Long Weekend - Saturday, Evening
The soundless gargoyle continued on, teasing more of the oily, demonic pre with its tightened grip. the cold, smooth tongue prodded inside him, the long living stone tickling jay's prostate.
Savannah Heat 4 part 1
The oily natural lubricant that covered the surface of the hardening member had a remarkable texture, like aromatic oil, burning hot, having just leaked from the sheath of the anthro.
MoonDust, Chapter 25
Her fur wasn't thick or oily enough to provide much insulation, and the water sucked out her warmth. with it went her last shreds of positive outlook. there was a very real possibility they'd die here.
Commission: Proving His Worth
As soon as his lips wrapped around that flesh a familiar taste returned...not quite the same as his asshole, this was much wetter where that was drier, but there was a familiar musky tang in a thicker, more oily tenor.
Chapter V
His oily tears flowed like rivers down his cheeks and further stained the man's shirt; though, if he cared, certainly the man didn't show it.
Thick Turkey hotdog
While you were discerning the difference between fuck-me eyes and eat-you eyes, though, the vox was busy propping your cock up against it's tight, slightly oily asshole. at least, you think it's an asshole? bird anatomy is weird.
Salamander Slut (Salamander 1)
Her amphibian skin had an oily appearance to it, coloured a dark blue-green with bright yellow patches. her body was athletic but soft.
The Breath of the Sphynx
The teeth carved like arrowheads barred a mass of oily black tendrils wavering gently in the water.
Medieval Kitchen
Sinclair cleaned up his oily butt and then pulled up his trousers and ford and he continued cooking for the feast. they still tried making each other horny and with in a few hours the feast was ready.
Part 8: A Dragon Called Taalli (Finale)
The thick oily smoke of her flame clung to her as she used it to obscure her approach. she knew exactly which side of her harness held the grenade she would need.
Meeting in Her Woods
They were oily, deep black spheres, but they weren't threatening her, not in anything but jest tonight. "i don't see you threatening me." "but i could." "but you won't, not in my woods." that bemused look crossed his shadowed face once more.