Filling A Booth
The draolf just grunted, and that was all the sound that he needed to make. Of course, he could have made others, but with the hose that was currently crammed into his muzzle, his options were limited. He wanted to moan, but all that came out was a...
Gym Rat
Vic grunted lightly as he got out of his car, straining slightly to make sure that his muscled frame cleared the doorway. Short and built like a Herculean god, the rat was every ounce as imposing as any of his species had ever been. The rodent took his...