Learning from Mother
She licked her jowls and nose and glanced back at him. soon aristo found that he couldn't hold himself up with his front legs. he collapsed against her, but his hind legs and hips kept on going as if he had no control over them.
Coach's Boys - Chapter 7: Cumming To An Agreement
Coach collins grinned, his jowls lifting to show off his teeth. he was beginning to like this equine's way of thinking. he pulled hogarth upward by the back of his head with a wet slurp and pulled the hyena off the red rocket between his legs.
Touring Farrah
Her wet jowls smacked against ricky's mouth and the stallion shivered in carnal delight. his tongue tried to slip past her jowls, but was denied first by a nip, then by the bear physically pulling back.
a chance encounter in the woods
His face was very mastiff-like, with loose jowls and triangular ears. his muzzle, ears, and nose were all black, and his eyes were dark brown. overall, he looked very muscular, very powerful.
FPP Side Chapter: Slick Suspect
Every noise that passed his blubbery jowls was exaggerated to the point of ridiculousness, but his conviction sold it. and as his performance went on, kaz found herself loosening up too.
Unloading
Instead of a smooth smooch, his jowls awkwardly and grossly dragged across the edges of aivon's beak. "ryan!" aivon gasped, reaching for the wolf's breast.
Coach's Boys - Chapter 16: Weekend at Coach's, Part 2
While he wasn't as muscle bound as coach, he was still rather stocky and had massive jowls that hid his chin on the sides.
Goldfish Wishes
Yet, even as he cried out in protest, he felt his mouth begin to extend, jowls thickening with loose skin. his ability to speak began to wane, replaced by canine barks.
He Made Me Pant
My jowls were becoming difficult to hide, luckily school was over. it was summer break and tim took me to an apartment he was renting out. my jowls looked more like a bulldogs than anything else.
Bitch of Beasts Part II (OLD)
Concept of fucking the wolvar, of fucking _something._ his swollen knot, a wash red color, bulging with veins and left nearly white at spots, punched haphazardly into the stretched jowls that made up suel's lips.
Scent of Salmon
Her plush lips brushed his sticky black jowls; their tongues teased, slipping together. even there her scent was fishy but the fox seemed only drawn to her, his paws clasping her rear, slipping over broad hips.
Sharing Is Caring
His neck and jowls made his face sink into the ring of flab that they had become, his cheeks infringing heavily on his vision and forcing the draolf to squint out upon his next impossibly large meal. his rump?