Change of Heart
As she picked up the brushes, she combed her fur again, inhaling the delicious aromas coming from the kitchen. walking into the room completely nude, she saw carl there cooking breakfast again.
The One.
There's shampoo right there next to you, and i'll take out a fur comb on my way out. i'll be in the kitchen if you'd like to talk, or you could just go to bed straight away." shon said as he took out the fur comb, and walked out the door.
Ghostbusters: Regenesis 06 - Split Ends
The barber set his blade aside and got a comb and started combing out jay's beard. the mustache got thicker and thicker with each stroke of the comb, dropping down lower and lower until both of jay's lips disappeared beneath it.
Motherly Love
Valerie needed it too, combing her fingers through the thicker mop of red fur on top of his head, moaning and whispering, hissing through her teeth as curling tendrils of hot need flowed through her.
Grooming
"curry comb. body brush. the curry comb is to help bring dirt, loose hairs, and even parasites from down in the coat. once loosened up, the body brush dusts it all off and helps smooth the coat.
Mealtime for the Mare (POV Vore Story)
Once again alone with the mare, you brush along her forelegs, even combing out the feathering at her hooves.
Breaking in a Toy — 4
I combed my black hair and slipped on my heavy duty jeans and flannel and boots and strode out of my house, across the field. we started every morning with breakfast, and i would enter the hub and stir everyone.
Heat and Desire
He combed his hand through the light grey fur on her thigh. it was so soft and thick. the closer he trailed to the inside, the softer and downy it was; towards the outside, coarser.
Welcome Home Sasha
Her ass length hair had also been combed out and tied at the nape of her neck rather than braided. "what do you think?"
Desecrated
Setting the fur brush to one side she then picked up the comb. carefully she undid the single braid that kept her hair out of the way while she worked and then combed it out.
Housewife Number 377
Barely anything more than a dull sensation of pain or tingling would reach her mind as various needles shot into her side or strange combs coated in foul-smelling chemicals would run through her fur.
Inner Fire
He sighs as you comb your fingers through his creamy blonde fur. “anything is worth having you off that poison." you'd met byron years ago, and you hit it off immediately.