Northern Magic - Anthro Arctic Fox TF (NSFW edit)
Willard growled to himself, removing the scraps of torn clothing from his body as he sat down on his sofa.
Second Skinz: Sasquatch Fiends
Coach guzman was on her knees being fucked by another male sasquatch with torn clothes and a whistle hanging from his bulked up hairy body, no doubt it was the soccer coach.
Hellion Pass
Soon reardo was wearing nothing but the torn cloth beneath and the chest plate with the demon's hand print. reardo panted softly, looking up at the demon. "what... are you going to do to me?" he asked, his heart racing in trepidation.
Mirror Peer: Deiser
With her other hand she ripped away at his coat and jacket, tossing the torn clothes away to reveal the lizardy chest beneath. afterwards, she undid his belt, squeezing and pawing at his crotch while she pulled his pants and underwear down.
Alphas pet Ch3
I closed the door behind me and take off my torn clothes, i used the wash cloth to wash the dirt out of my fur, and cleaned my scraps up. i soon heard a knock on the door. i peaked behind it and red handed me some clothes.
EVER
Cam used of his hands turning into hand-paws to rip off from him the last remnants of his torn clothes. he was still stretching wider, nearly as wide as two doors. eight feet four. his head pressed more against the ceiling.
Be Careful What You Whisk For
The fox was fully nude now, his torn clothes having fallen off his frame once he was moved, and while he was shaking and clearly upset, his sheath told another story: he was rock hard, his red, fat canine cock was glistening with pre.
Buried Beneath the City so Sweet
\>you spread your weight across your talons, making yourself level across her body \>and slowly, one foot after another, you make your way towards the mouth of fisher anomaly \>old bones and torn clothes litter the floor, like little landmines of disquiet
Expanding Your Military Service
By this point, his torn clothing was hanging off him, his shirt tearing down the back and split in two. still rubbing the skin with eagerness, colin was a little shocked to discover a bizarre texture beyond the human tone he was growing.
The Mook Maker, Chapter 3: Crush and Burn
By the time i was able to force myself to react to anything my monstrous companion managed to strap me into the looted armour, bandaged my feet in the straps of torn cloth, and put me literally into the boots they found.
Into the Fire
Mostly, i could just see the same lacerations that i could originally through his torn clothing. i lifted his head and looked through his fur for any bruises or other head trauma, he had a number of bruises and cuts all over his upper body.
The Donkey Cabbage
The only signs of their presence were the mess inside and the piles of torn clothing, which indicated that the asses had been in the house at some point. yet, how they had gotten in or why remained a mystery.