Boxed Lunch
Aaron licked, too, in the rythmic jaws of an ancient foxness as old and deep as the tides. > > they both realized about the same instant. looked away.
Animals.com
He ignores her, staring at the sight of her panty-clad sex clenching rythmically as he traces a paw up her inner thigh, then hooks his thumb under the elastic gusset right at the cleft of her swollen cunny and thigh.
Knothole High - Theopsis
.** **but then again, he thought, remembering the wind rushing past him, the sharp scents on the air, the thumping of his heart and the dull, rythmic thud of his sneekers in the dirt as he propelled himself along, hqadn't he been running for the team?
June/July Short Fictions
Were it not for the soft rythmic rise of the beast's breathing one might think him a very lifelike statue.
Nothing Vs. Everything
"might as well," shi said to hirself, and took hold of hir semi-stiff phallus and began rythmically squeezing it in one hand while hir other hand habitually explored hir vagina.
By A Hare
But this time it was just the wet sound of his flesh passing in and out of the lips of bucky, and the rythmic long breaths of his nose as his pelvis ocasionally came into contact.
Roto Fortuna: Children of the Fallen
Poe was talking to a technician suffering from the effects of a new mutagen which caused his muscles to contract rythmically putting him into a sort of bizzare dance. it was then that i saw the door.
A Shifters Tale
She had a supple form that you would find on most female humaniod digimon her waist was small and her breasts were atleast 34c and i could see the powerfull muscles as they shifted around under her skin, her slinder tail was swishing around rythmicly like
Change of Pace
I continued to hold her in my arms, stroking her hair and back, after a while all that i could hear and feel was her rythmic breathing and warm body laying across my own.
Mating Season: Feral Courtship
Randall grit his teeth, feeling another surge of release tremble from his cock before his body settled into the rythmic pulsing of his spurting seed. "oh god..."
The quiet place
Spyro hammered in her frenetically, the rythmic movement of his pelvis matching those confused and unmeasured of cynder's.
Arctic Twilight
Her cunt was already contracting rythmically in expectation, and her head swam at the though... she recalled how long it had taken them to fly to silverdale from lezard's tower, and now she'd enjoy a non-stop fuck of similar length.