Not Just Dancing
"howdy," the painted dog dressed as a cowboy said with a playful grin. trisha took a deep breath as she put a paw to her face, closing her eyes in mock embarrassment only to peek back at her painted dog.
Flames Part I - Interwoven
A paw slid up the painted dog's back, resting on the back of his neck and gently tugging him in tighter. "i'm afraid i just have a sharper mind than my brothers, and little else going for me." "mmm.
Boardwalk Bang: Part 4 Tantra Beach
As the painted dog pumped in the wolf would pull out slightly, only to slide in as the painted dog retreated. soon they got into a rhythm, one went in while the other went out.
Boardwalk Bang: Part 3 Wristbands
"one of the perks of not wearing a bra, don't have to worry about it getting wet," a painted dog female responded with a sly smile. apparently one or two of the ladies had gone the same route as diana.
Need Part X - Interwoven
The painted dog's smile grew toothier as tobias shook his head and started down to the edge of the pool.
Necessity Part I - Interwoven
The painted dog winked as tobias whimpered and shivered. his fingers delicately stroked up along tobias' side. "and yes, the crest _is_closed. do you know what that means?" "that... you aren't taking on clients?"
Happy Milf Day
The following contains some petting and some smexy dialog. Reader discretion is advised. **Happy Milf Day** Sayen smiled at herself in the mirror. She felt she looked particularly well this morning. Her light blue eyes shown back at her from her...
Baby, It's Cold Inside.
His eyes passing back towards the painted dog, he grinned, and began making his way in turn. it was a game, a cheeky game, between the duo. pointing out folks they thought the other would enjoy some time with.
Forge of Heroes - Mania
Svara cursed and kicked the dust, but the thrice-cursed painted dog was right. again. svara _hated_ being proven wrong. he hated asar. and he most _definitely_ hated when asar proved him wrong.
Not Ogling at the Not a Birthday Party Ball
Not Ogling at the Not a Birthday Party Ball by Reserved Rodent Quinton sighed.“You know there is no need for you to fuss so, brother.” The had made it to the front room of the attic suite his father had him staying in. It was well furnished...
Blood and Shadow- Chapter 1
He handed the pouch back to the painted dog. "in case she asks for food, or something to drink." taking the water pouch back the woman smiled. "we'll take good care of her."
A New Family - Chapter 3
The painted dog's frighteningly skinny physique and smaller stature left enough to be desired for, and yet he carried with him an air of commanding respect which seemed to beg for someone to come and challenge him.