Sissy Latex Torture PART 1 [COMMISSION]
Her slick, oily rubber hand slid effortlessly on alice's eager crotch, the pet even greedily pushing out her hips a little to catch more of the pleasure.
Weasel in Heat
The weasel’s ordinarily silky, short coat had turned messy and frazzled, oily with nervous sweat. if this traffic didn’t let up soon, he was thinking about parking right there on the highway, walking behind the bushes and rubbing one out.
The Mist
Mitch looked down and all he could see was stained, greasy, oily yellowed and black fur, round and thick and huge.
Dragon Clan Politics: Altair the Alpha
Altair sat comfortably on korbus's hopeless orbs, grinding his asshole against their oily surface, spreading his brothers smothering musk as he lined up eagerly with his mate.
Pillars of Folly 2 - Setting up Shop
His arms were wrapped about the tower, his maw filled with an oily, green soapstone sphere gave him a confused look as his pure black eyes rolled from side to side worriedly.
Hookah Dragon Dream (Art by Maim)
He licks his oily ebony tongue over the silver tip of your tail. you quake as he opens his mouth and sucks on it lewdly, seeming to savor your taste.
MoonDust, Chapter 25
Her fur wasn't thick or oily enough to provide much insulation, and the water sucked out her warmth. with it went her last shreds of positive outlook. there was a very real possibility they'd die here.
Savannah Heat 4 part 1
The oily natural lubricant that covered the surface of the hardening member had a remarkable texture, like aromatic oil, burning hot, having just leaked from the sheath of the anthro.
Solid Ground CHapter 1 (Draft)
Solid ground by htedomsa cecil wiped off his oily paws on similar oily over all's.
Contact
First she wanted to grab his paw but then held it back, don't wanted to get hers all oily aswell. instead she took out her papers "my name is trix. still need a mechanic or is the job already taken?".
The Long Weekend - Saturday, Evening
The soundless gargoyle continued on, teasing more of the oily, demonic pre with its tightened grip. the cold, smooth tongue prodded inside him, the long living stone tickling jay's prostate.
After Death - Chapter 01 - Routine Maintenance
Eric grabbed an oily rag that was in arm's reach, wiping it across his forehead and leaving a great dirty smear under his chestnut hair.