Contest of Passion: Seductive Satyr
Eyes falling lower to her lithe body he watched her tits bounce at every hit, a hypnotic rhythm as his cock slammed into her again and again.
FEEDING FRENZY
The forked appendage had been working the polar bear's massive cock with hypnotic rhythm, but now the scaled predator wanted more substantial satisfaction.
The Beholder's Gaze story
Their heads bobbed and weaved, long necks twisting in a hypnotic rhythm, their gazes locked onto the beholder with a mixture of defiance and desire.
Miss Honeybunn
They dance with a sensual, hypnotic rhythm that seems to be more for each other than anyone watching. tenderly, their hands brush over their bodies. their fingers filter through fur and grasp curves.
Containment, Chapter 3
Her thoughts were interrupted by her finger sinking into her slit, sliding against her g-spot with an almost hypnotic rhythm. "ungh... it feels too good. i can't resist."
Unfinished Business
His voice rose steadily, louder and louder, more and more confident as he slipped into an almost hypnotic rhythm. he closed his eyes, no longer needing the book to guide his chanting. his words became english, but their power remained.
Old-Fashioned
The hypnotic rhythm of his ministrations...the warm, silky feel of her furred breasts...the slick, bulbous feel of her nipples as they sprayed for him... “god," she mumbled, finally killing her mounting scream, “that's so good! keep it up."
Pump and Prep [Commission]
He was in a state of perfect flow, his mind bathed and drowned in the crimson spirals and the thumping hypnotic rhythms in his head. his conscious thought had vanished a long time ago.
Something in the Colours
A deep hypnotic rhythm swaying him back and forth, back and forth idly, it felt good. "now aira you need to retreat, retreat deeper, let the outside worlds fade away, let everything go.
An Otter for a Girlfriend
Her breasts bounced with each motion in an almost hypnotic rhythm. his hands, when not holding onto those flared hips to meet her bucking and squirming with thrusts of his own, roamed every inch of her body, over her taut, flat belly.
Unreal
More and more, until the two were lost in a hypnotic rhythm. that length sliding in and out of the sex, it's ridge plated sides scrubbing against her walls while the rows of spines managed the top and bottom.
Feeding the Queen
It would sway in the night's breeze and the field at large would ripple in a hypnotic rhythm, shining a little in the moonlight and calming two owls who desired to relax. perhaps they would talk together, perhaps sit in silence.