The Rooess - (Unfinished)
Leading in with the yellow-coated pad of my right index finger, i placed it up against sheira's front teeth and began a slow, hard rub.
Shelf Life of a Rock Melon
Quelling her desire with a soft tickling penetration of her fore and index fingers. in truth she could've worked herself to orgasm right there and never even touched the toy. but no, this was special.
OC Draft: Isaac Aridesh
**accessories:** a pair of gold rings on his right hand's index and middle finger. isaac often wears a pair light reducing goggles to help him see.
In the meadow
She laid carelessly, her right paw laid on top of her lower stomach, her index finger pleasing her clit. "why wouldn't i?" he asked as he kneed next to her.
The Dance of Jack Frost: The First Play
With a sharp pleasurable intake of air she arches her back as she slides her middle and index fingers along her labia with great relish, opening her "petals" and exposing her inner self.
Blind Date Part I
You know about the rule being 18 or 21 or whatever that it is where you live. index yawning loudly, putting a paw over his muzzle, mike crawls out of bed, turning on his computer and heading to the shower.
The Expedition Chapter Two (Story Commission)
Judging by the distance and sheer size, kumioki's pee slit could easily be forty times taller and wider than the puny cat stuck to his index claw tip.
A Simple Kiss
Downright welcoming \>you felt the colour drain from yours as she took a swig from the bottle of homemade vodka in her left hand, eyes turned down to meet yours as she tilted her head up to drink \>her right hand reached out and grabbed your chin, thumb and index
Prelude To Fun
Anthony starts off by putting some lube on his index finger and puts it on his tail hole, waiting for the numbing of the gel to start working and shivers from it.
Making Friends.
He took a look down to my penis and blushed, slightly scratching his right cheek with an index finger. i crossed my arms. your weapons can't do anything against me - i said. - why staring at me like this, are you gay?
Vincent, Assistant: a micro-narrative
The assistant's index card-sized tablet was in my hand the moment the car stopped in my space, with a selection of beans to swipe among. i mused quietly to myself over them. "have i had the guatemala since i got you?" "no, sir."
Overheated: Teach an Eevee
I guess again, pointing my index finger toward the trainer's face, still covered in her own pokémon's attack; the girl just continuing to stare straight at her eevee after being hit by the pokémon's strange move.