Tales From Apartment 232 - Part 9
Ishanka was an albino greyhound, standing clad in his trademark platform boots, and a closed leather duster with shoulder spikes. underneath ishanka's coat was undoubtably his custom bdsm costume.
Soiled, Chapter Two: A Phallic Workout
The gecko and the greyhound had the rabbit in a spitroast, the doberman rimming the greyhound as his own ass was violated by the squirrel; every one of them sported new bigger cocks, heavier balls, tighter butts, and a stink that was beginning to peel the
Flapjacks and Fat Cats
The greyhound gave a somewhat insincere grin. "you look like you enjoy your pancakes. what do you say?"
If Only You'd Wanted Me Back
"so you're really a greyhound?" the weasel spat. "is that what you're trying to tell us?"
Out of Office
Pressing a button on a small control panel, the plugs in the rears of both greyhounds sparked to life, sending a small shock under their tail, triggering them to resume running.
Funbun's Cum Run
The rabbit turned her attention next to the starting gate and the six greyhounds stabled within. a motley collection of fur colors. each in colored vests festooned with a number and the casino's icon.
Nothing Else Matters chapter 4
And then we met a greyhound named julia, and she had invited us to a party, and rex had wanted to go.
The War's Remnants
#1 of others through the open window of the greyhound bar, a beam of light escaped and helped to brighten up the silent street. the bar was the place to be but, unusually, it was rather quiet for the time of night.
Chapter 19
I waved down a waitress, a slender female greyhound rhenthar. she smiled at me and asked what i'd like to drink. "beer, something red. i'm in no hurry, so don't worry about earning your fifty credit tip."
A New Life: Part 3
He may have been in love with myrr, but finally getting the chance to have sex with his lifelong crush made his heart race like a caffeinated greyhound.
The Stray and The Heat Pack
As the stray thrust with rapid speed and nearly rabid intensity, he gripped her narrow, greyhound-like hips with feverish interest his eyes now half-lidded and his mouth gapping as he chugged the air and plunged the last bit of length into his new mate now
Taken to Market
A greyhound noble raised his hand. "i have 140, do i have 150?" yuki called. the alpaca waved with an extra flourish. "150, 160, do i have 170?" "175!" the greyhound called. "185!"