Nothing Vs. Everything
"might as well," shi said to hirself, and took hold of hir semi-stiff phallus and began rythmically squeezing it in one hand while hir other hand habitually explored hir vagina.
Indebted - Part 7 (SFW Version)
_but i haven't and never will because i'll be dead and forever unconscious and there's nothing i can d-_ “just imagine a blue dot on a white wall and time its rythmic swelling with your breathing. detach the consciousness from its mech-suit.”
By A Hare
But this time it was just the wet sound of his flesh passing in and out of the lips of bucky, and the rythmic long breaths of his nose as his pelvis ocasionally came into contact.
Everything or Nothing: Chapter 3: The Choice of the Day.
The first orgasm lancing through her took her breath away, made the threatening yowl turn into throaty gasp as he body siezed up without warning, her insides squeezing down on the tiger's shaft rythmically.
The Farm Pt. 3
He swallowed whatever he was going to say and left the room, the foot of his staff thudding rythmically off the floor as walked away.
Christmas at Warlock Court part 3 END
The rythmic slap of the dog boy's hand against his ass as he wanked himself off between his spread legs was something that the aardvark teenager probably wouldn't forget in a while, nor the bark as bruno came inside him followed by a hot weird sensation that
June/July Short Fictions
Were it not for the soft rythmic rise of the beast's breathing one might think him a very lifelike statue.
Mating Season: Feral Courtship
Randall grit his teeth, feeling another surge of release tremble from his cock before his body settled into the rythmic pulsing of his spurting seed. "oh god..."
King of the Ring 3.5: Desires
\>she bobs her head in rythmic, rolling motions, and draws you ever closer to the edge. \>the movie continues to explode with the cacophany of action. \>but you really don't care about what's going on up there anymore.
A Shifters Tale
She had a supple form that you would find on most female humaniod digimon her waist was small and her breasts were atleast 34c and i could see the powerfull muscles as they shifted around under her skin, her slinder tail was swishing around rythmicly like
The quiet place
Spyro hammered in her frenetically, the rythmic movement of his pelvis matching those confused and unmeasured of cynder's.
Arctic Twilight
Her cunt was already contracting rythmically in expectation, and her head swam at the though... she recalled how long it had taken them to fly to silverdale from lezard's tower, and now she'd enjoy a non-stop fuck of similar length.