The Girlfriend

Gentle touch…" “not shying away…" he said, looking down at his fingers, sliding through her fur. the heat drifting off the spade played around his fingers as they neared. “good boy.

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Where milk comes from

His fingers dug in against the straw while his fingers felt thick and swollen. he tried to move them and they wouldn't quite curve downwards and even as he watched his finger started to pull together!

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How to be the Life of the Party

Her paw pads delicately danced along my length as i slid my fingers down her toned body.

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Sibling Switch [Commission]

He kept his middle finger pressed against that electric spot while the rest of his fingers mashed his folds together around the penetrating digit.

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Free Slut

The badger admired his work for a moment before shoving a finger up that cum-filled ass and finger-fucking the fox a bit, just to tease him and watch the whore squirm.

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First Crush: Mentorship and Guidance

finger it into me, ah fuuuuuuck!" i push back onto his lube slicked finger. “use your middle finger, it's the longest… oh yeah good boy." for the next several minutes i guide him for my pleasure.

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Breeding Program

He could feel fingers spread him open, baring his innards to the mirrored wall.

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Contest of Passion: Demonesses Game

To sate his curiosity his hand aimed forward, all four fingers pressing against her slit before they sunk in, quickly feeling her all around him. “wow..." he moaned, hand pushing deeper as the demonic mare easily took all his spread fingers.

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A Helping Hand

"i'd even finger-fuck you to the rhythm of his humping, so you could imagine it being his cock. but _risk-free_." she flexed her hand, feeling the gooey strings of leon's cum stretch between her fingers.

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Dorm Heat

I felt her hot against my fingers, and a wetness that wasn't water. the acrid, musky smell told me what - her bladder, releasing in the wake of that pleasure, marking my fingers and splashing down along my legs and hers on the way to the drain.

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Little Red Riding Wood

All the wolf could do was moan in bliss as those skilled fingers cranked his cock up and down, rolling between her fingers with a firm grip and then released from her hand.

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