Jon’s Anal Humiliation
White blotch over left eye. wears a bead bracelet. talks really fast. answers to the name freddie, i believe...though i don't know what his hookup app user name is...we didn't go quite that deep into it when we were talking.
Chapter 50 Pretty Killer
The fox sat against the bedpost, paws still bound above her head, her deerskin dress covered in the white blotches of jonathan's cum. her long white mane was down and tousled, falling across her pretty slanted eyes.
A Helping Hand
Luke was starting to pant and the tent between his legs had blotched at it's apex. jim sat in the big bull's lap and noticed his head was right at chest level.
Special attention (DU 4:6)
He looked up at me, his tongue white with blotches of my cum. he swallowed quickly and leaped up to try to kiss me. "hey!" i cried, "don't kiss me! your breath smells horrible!" i complained.
Getaway
The air was still, but cold, and the sun shone across the snow-painted lake, seemingly endless and without bounds or forms, except of the small impressions of the tracks we had made, and the blotches of red and green fabric that acted as flags to mark
Naga Story 1 (For the Lack of a Better Name)
Her scales faded from one pattern to the next, changing colour to match her surroundings, dark when she entered the murky water, and various blotches and stripes when she passed through bushes and reeds.
NEW LIFE
The white furred chakat with gold and yellow blotches blinked hir eyes for a moment, getting the sleep out of them, and then shi yawned. "wha..?" shi said, in a slurred voice. "i said we're here, double h club.
Please Don't Feed The Animals
Other than the white blotches here and there, a ring of white fur encircled my left wrist making for an interesting mark. as if one of my sleeves were too short to connect with a glove and complete the illusion.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 1.1. Shrad
Faint red blotches in the rough crescent shape of a gripping claw were starting to bleed through his breeches. the hyena was willing to overlook lord kriabnish's idiocyncracies since he included her in the planning.
Alex Skunk
To actually all them birds was a bit much, really; they were lines and blotches of colour, vaguely avian-shaped vs in the morning sky. they chirped loudly and crossly, complaining at me as they went past in no certain words.
Arla and the Storyteller
It also left blotches of void in the soft grey fur of arla's bare legs. less tolerant of the balmy night, arla had worn plain cotton shorts and a shirt. lucky girl. his silk trousers would be beyond repair.
A dolly for pony
As he stared at the cuddly looking pony with his paint black and white blotched fur, pink bows skillfully braided into a long shiny mismatch colored mane, and that strange trainwreck of an outfit the five-foot-nine stud wore, edric couldn't help but laugh