Nullum desiderium
"affectionately" called callsign bun-bun, he's the operations control officer and the one who saved my characters bun with the security guard even though i don't show you the exchange because i want to show it from a different angle.
River Play
His bun-wife panted, dark eyes locked onto him, shining with adoration. the otter glowed with pride. between a river otter and a bunny, love could always be found.
Speak the Neon, Langer
He could feel her body trembling in light jerks, big bun hips clamped at his waist and, yeah, his mind was saturated with want too.
Tales from Silicon City 8: Bake Sale
Time to wave, smile, and just be the big-assed corporate super burger buns, the rear-end billboard of macfree's fast food franchise, he mused with a grin.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Sixty-sixth Entry
Reaching out, she gripped the wolf's firm, firry bottom, and then gently pried his buns apart.
Hippity Hop
"fill my hot buns, bun-bun!" mitchell yelled. "make me your mate forever!" the elder rabbit smiled wickedly then groaned as his orgasm fired off. his hot bunny seed began to fill the young bunny's ass.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Seventieth Entry
Durion wailed mightily as his smooth black buns were thoroughly plundered, slapping loudly against rufus' lap every time he was plunged down that immense length of hard wolfcock. "here it comes!"
this is not a stuffed animal
Mr. bun for those close or familiar, mr. bunny for those whom he has not yet allowed to become his intimate acquaintances. and as your closest sibling, the one who knows your heart the best, hands mr. bun to you, your heart gives a squeeze.
Dead in love part2
Go find the hot dog and hamburger buns, nik. i went to go find the buns, i got some napkins and soda and some cups. i found the buns they were down aisle 4 . shit its 10.00, we need to hurry back, we got plenty of time don't worry nik.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Eleventh Entry
"no free shows, sparky," growled rufus with a chuckle at the little fox, before reaching up to give the boy's buns a squeeze, making sure to dig his fingers into the snowy-white splash of fur right between his buns, before gently stroking downward,
They Plump When You Cook'em | Entree Sized Commission
The large, soft, split-top bun would actually be the easiest part of this scene.
Audience or Oil Painting
Looking back to the bun, they both knew he wouldn't be able to resist, and snagging the hybrid's waistband with a finger, quin all but dragged him down through the crowd.