Free Will, Free Wishes
The chub felt nice and pleasing, so much so that taiko couldn't resist moving his left arm to grab the wheel to free his right hand to grab something softer. at least, softer for the moment.
Lilo’s Bedtime Fun II.
He dropped a twelfth and thirteenth piece of poop, same harder some softer. the pile on the floor was getting bigger, as stitch's body went into stronger and stronger orgasm.
The touch she dreams about.
Every so often, the notes became softer, hesitant once more, and all over again it went.
BONDING WITH MY OLD MAN PART 2 GRANDPA GETS INVOLVED
Dragons have much softer scaly hide on their butts than they do on the rest of their bodies which also meant that they had tougher skin on their butts than humans but in the long run were far more sensitive than a humans butt, which was why drazz's butt was
Chapter 2: Blushy-Crushy
Shrugging her shoulders, she approached him, fresh breakfast in hand asking in a much softer voice than normal "so, what are you reading, rex?"
Mating for Beginners
The former human let out a louder, softer cry as the shift finished for good and the big male's nose pressed completely against the newest part of pete's body.
Friendly Explorations: A DitD Outtake
The scales of his face and especially his muzzle were fine, and pebbly textured, while the area just around his nostrils was a softer texture. the young dragon's eyes were a pale shade like moonlit amber.
Savoring a Wyverness
"i should have hatched as a wyvern," mazrogal said, his laughter blending with her softer, increasingly nervous purr.
Lair Invasion
He rubbed his gut with his foreclaws as it grew softer and softer. soon, the lines were only barely visible, and the struggling was non-existent.
The Most Pleasant of Distractions
The softer, velvety flesh within her wingspan teased against a growing length, and tango silently mused just how lucky he was. that softer flesh was so gentle, so _smooth_that no set of paws in the world could compare.
Mother in the Deep
softer and softer, letting every contraction of pleasure she made around him squish him inwards all the more, until he was resembling himself a little less with every squeeze. "yes. that's my good boy. you feel so good inside of me, sweetie."
The Last Dance of the Evening
“yes,” she whispered, the softer tone of her voice speaking volumes about how desperately she’d wanted exactly that scenario to unfold.