Slick Space - Final Chapter
Being rude would ruin the experience, and slick... slick... well, slick was an asshole, frankly.
Chapter Four - Pretty Slick
Chapter four pretty slick krits's eyes narrowed, and his tail twitched anxiously as he sniffed the air again. "they definitely came this way," he hissed.
Slick Space - Chapter Three
||hope you're willing to pay dear, slick.
Slick Space - Chapter Two
slick remained quiet, just being a silent, amused observer.
Slick Space - Chapter One
He thought it would be hard to sleep with slick's constant feeding, but the slimeball at least had the decency to tone it down a little. ||thanks, slick. what are you, my mother?
Slick Run, Ep. 1
The air rushed up and blew like a cold breath on his rear, his anus slick with alex's cum.
Slick Run, Ep. 4
The fire was reaching deeper than kaz could reach, mingling with the pre-cum that fox knew was slicking and coating his fleshy pink walls. kaz hurled himself forward, pushing as deep into fox's rear as he could.
Slick Run, Ep. 3
**slick run** iii we love you dice said to make it look good, and that's exactly what she did. she had snuck into the base like a proper night-crawler, even though she was just a second-degree initiate and running solo.
Slick Run, Ep. 2
**slick run** ii 44 arise the first thing fox noticed as he entered king was how cool it was inside.
Serenifi: The Movie: The Remake: Epilogue
slick l. e. d. void awoke to lexi standing before him, still nude, by the way. "hey, lick, was it?" "slick." "thanks. slick, your vixen friend is back. my fellow loonatics had to give her some of that assistance you guys did the past 4 days.
Slick Copper and the Thievius Raccoonus: Introduction
This is essentially the opening bit for slick copper, i'll put this at the forefront of each chapter i post. fear. that is how it all begins. that is what makes my being. that is the future. revenge. that is my sustenance.
Slick, Slippery, Slimed--The Siren's Call
The beaches at night were calm and quiet, only the distant sound of gulls, and the washing of the waves comforted me, as I warmed my hands by the fire I'd made amidst the driftwood, drying my clothes. I was a pathetic mess of a sailor--my crew dead,...