Exploration II
When his fingers brushed the hot, naked muscular flesh beneath crevan's tail the fox let out a sharp, loud groan and shoved his hips back against it, his cock spasming powerfully with
A Strange Proposition
With such a close up view she couldn't help noticing the taut set of white furry balls that rested below the fiery tail. the fox grinned back at her over his shoulder, "oh, i think there is much to be learned if you are that eager."
Eri vs Cyn
The liepard snarled, her claws glowing as she continued to rapidly swipe at the tails. the fox wouldn't be laughing when her tails had chunks of fur missing!
Pred in the Mail
Past the lump in his lower pelvis that must have been seen's knees, past his throbbing erection, down to the very tip of her tail. the fox grasped on, and greedily shoved, clenching eagerly at the same time.
Date Night
the fox's eyes blinked in shock as the former night black wolf stretched and tried out his new form. one paw idly slid through the thick fur on his now cream colored chest as the second slid lower. the wolf's form was almost completely that of his wife.
Cookie
--- with a little shake to her tail, the vixen gently hurried along down the path towards the skunk's house, her bag rustling on her back.
The Loophole
Every half second, they mumbled: "_'scuse me,"_ unaware of the rippling mass of glutes that was s tails the fox. his tails slipped an inch, and he thought he would've yipped at that. instead, he did at the hand slapping his ass.
Supply and Demand
the fox teased him by drawing his length up and down the short-furred valley between those pert little cheeks, his paw cupping the raccoon's balls and tugging very gently as he started to bring himself back into position.
Pop Music is Not a Crime
the fox's chest rested against the taller rabbit's back, his muzzle still long enough to reach the base of his partner's ears. "tell me if i need to go slower," he murmured.
Ferret Fever
In the car, tom twisted himself sideways against the pull of the seat belt so he could curl up on the seat and rest his bare feet up next to his tail. the fox was cold and shivery now, at the opposite extreme compared to his feverish night.
In the Name of Science
the fox's squeaks were muffled as his head was forced into the top of the otter's throat, leaving only his lower legs to kick about as he was steadily fingered, pushed further up between those drooling lips wrapped around his torso.
Boxed Lunch
Maize fur spotted with tan, drooping gold forelock, white underneath where inner thighs and scrotal sac showed undefended beneath the tail. the fox wouldn't need a gun if he had to take out this napping fratkit - what a hayseed!