Beneath the Southern Cross - Chapter Two -
Blue gestured at his feral-like feet, the middle claw about 2 inches long and slightly curved. “righto, let me get the old rust bucket going, and we'll be off like a pound of prawns in the sun!”
The D-Reaper Rape (Commission)
Her hands seemed to end in a very feral like design, all tipped with short black claws with the fur ending in white on the hands and feet. her only item of clothing was a pair of purple gloves, with a yin yang symbol on them each.
It's O-Kay
She's not as feral-like as some foxes so she cycles every month instead of once a year." "i haven't smelled like flowers yet, unca... and ... this is the first time i've really wanted to mate.
Raptor Bait
Such a domineering, dangerous feral like deva didn't quite seem like the sort to be a powerbottom, but if that was what they wanted to be, vuin truly had no choice but to serve their cravings.
Not So Shy
His shaft was pulsing with bottled-up tension, and as he drilled the polecat with a feral-like drive, he let out a deep growl. the eruption that resulted was nothing short of impressive.
Mahina's Delinquent Delight (Vore Fetish Warning)
Each finger was licked clean of the sticky strawberry sweetness, that feral like growl of satisfaction going along with her meal.
Sanctuary Secrets - Part Two - Chapter Twelve -
If only we had misty – but the risk is too high, and her being unable, or unwilling – to shift – i'm sure her more feral-like instincts and thoughts would be of immense value. however – as this town is a powder keg awaiting a spark...
Jake Outdone 3 Times Over (+ Gay)
With a feral-like snarl, theo reached his peak and came; his fully engorged cock pulsing as it released thick streams of jizz.
Slave Gallery: Umbreon
Flooring as she shakily made her way over to the middle of the room, around the similarly rubber-upholstered couch where master was indeed sitting, her ears folding back submissively at the sight of him: he was an umbreon himself, but an anthro rather than feral like
Maiden In the Maze
._ faelan's mind flickered, barely conscious, lost in the passion and the pure, feral-like pounding of the minotaur against his rump.
A Sister's Loving Maw
Which was just how the feral liked it. in his mind, he was the luckiest boy on the planet. today was the day, the day he'd been waiting for since their first kiss. he was going to mate her. this time there would be no strap ons.
Folfy Tales - Masquerade
They hugged his thighs and flared out down over his feral like calves and stopped just above his ankles. next was a long sleeved, cream colored shirt. he pulled the wrists up behind his elbows and pulled a drawstring to hold them in place.