Badges [Pilot]
Her clothing was creased, clearly showing that she had not ironed it in the morning. her belt buckle was partially undone and her small recruit badge had been placed on the right side of her shirt, the wrong side.
First Afternoon
A wince creases his face as he finds this new sensation just as difficult to control as the first one that morning.
Dominating Daddy
Even then, he yearned for more, he needed more, whimpering, grunting, nuzzling into john's nuts and working his way up, playing his tongue between them, into the crease. "mmm..."
What's the Problem?
It was such a thorough lashing that lars felt as if every wrinkle and crease in the pucker were being doted upon. his smile twisted up big and dumb and the flesh of his cock throbbed.
A Mighty Musky Salacious Salazzle
A smile creased her snout as she spread her musk across his features, making an ever-coy expression more lurid still.
The Limits
The limb was engorged with fat and had horizontal creases not just at the elbow, but over the trotter and halfway between those creases as well.
Plaything and Sex Object
The little mouse traced the creases in the massive muscles slowly and tenderly, murring under his breath, his erection finding a snug crease of musculature and grinding there as his paws started to roam up to rub pecs and traps.
Cuckold Colt
She paused for the lift, hitching her shoulder bag up so that a crease in the strap stopped digging into muscle and bone in an unwelcome distraction.
On wolves' territory
Wiggling his hips the alpha was able to bring his tip onto the feline's crease, now eagerly aiming it downward, towards its destination.
Queen of the Savannah: Acceptance
Each throb of hugo's maleness seemed to kiss a new crease or wall that made him tremble, made his legs quake from the sensation as his breath grew ragged with stifled pleasure.
Claiming a Mate
The triangular tip rubbed up and down the crease of his arse before flicking at the puckered star. randy couldn't help the deep groan that surpassed his lips. he was trembling, and the real act had yet to start.
A Mizutsune Problem
The mizutsune scooped a string of bubbles rolling down the human's thigh and, with them fizzing on the tip of his tongue, squeezed the muscle between the human's crease, pressed against the source… and thrust.