Engine Smoke
Harper moaned softly, unaware the hair of his beard was pushing out longer centimeter by centimeter. the ends of his horseshoe mustache dipped down below his jaw line as his beard grew bushier.
Nerd No More
He wanted a beard so bad... he made a deal with himself just to wear the necklace long enough to get a beard, that had to be okay.
Dwarf Daddy
He grunted, feeling so good as the afternoon breeze blew through his beard - a beard that was still growing. the rate at which his goatee had sprouted almost seemed novel compared to his growth now.
Cleaning Up (Alphabet Superset B)
Another thud, another meeting, another shudder ran through the bearded dragon. 'not yet, not yet' he willed his body. a third thud, quickly followed by a fourth and fifth.
Work Hours are for Pleasure
Still, mohammad stood, a short, stocky bearded dragon, though neither bearded or actually a dragon, damning attempts to breathe fire at a younger age. he slips on fingerless gloves, stubby claws poking through, and picks up a piece of paper.
Frozen River
Asked the bearded dragon, narrowing his eyes. malik sucked in a breath. she had to remain professional at all times, even if the heskar's condition perturbed her even more than the sight of the deceased.
Best Wishes
As fast as the beard was growing out, it was braiding itself into a long plait. unlike azim's beard, joshua's was thick and heavy and contiguous, the braid almost rendering the facial hair like a whip.
Forest Wishes (Edited)
He howled in pleasure as the beard formed in. his cock throbbed and stretched even longer. zach began wrapping clawed hands around his huge meat, working on it. as viz lay there, eyes shut...
Rayan The Demon Slayer
Lips pursed, he leaned in, kissing along the sensitive stretch once covered by that extra green skin and letting the increasing dribble trail down over his chin, soaking into his short beard.
Visiting Deepwood
The smoke caressed his skin, sunk into his clothes, seeped into his beard. some of the thinnest tendrils of smoke seemed to line up with the hairs of his beard and the hairs seemed to stretch out into the smoke.
Palm of my Hand
His long dark brown hair was tied back into a thick ponytail behind his head and a long bushy beard hung down to his nipples, framing his surprisingly youthful face in pure masculinity.
By the Feet of the Trees
It sported pictures of a hover gang, the bearded bandits that had roamed the neo-new mexico deserts a hundred years before santiago had been born. their over the top beards had faded in and out of style a half dozen times since then...