Soldier of Misfortune
The warm, damp patches of sweat on his sock rubbed against the fur on the wolf's face. his nose was now wet with the ripe smell of sweat. to make matters worse, when he tried breathing through his mouth, the damp fabric would brush against his tongue.
The Photographers Apprentice - Chapter two: Things that go bump in the Night.
I frowned, standing up on my bed i clicked open the skylight window directly above me and felt a cool rush of damp night air swirl around me as i laid back down in my sweat dampened bed.
Cobra Woes
The heat radiating from his body was making me shiver, and the underside of his shaft made my snout damp with sweat.
The Masters Chapter 2
In the middle of his drying, though, he noticed another damp towel hanging off the sink.
Flamechild - Standalone Erotic Story
Rowen was cautiously poking her panties with his snout, feeling the damp, black fabric slightly stick to his nose. kira moaned each time she felt him, grasping his paw tighter.
The Best Kind of Bathing
His pants grew tight as he wrote his exam at full mass, erect and anxious as each math problem shared space in his head with the memory of a damp naked puppy.
Tina II Chapter 14 Having my Babies
He could feel his sex pass her pong, damp fur. he felt her sex, big and swollen with pregnancy. as he entered, he marveled at how cool she was inside, how wet, how smooth.
Summer Valley College: A Preview
With a shuffle and a groan, the micro hoisted himself up by the damp fur of his boyfriend's foot. he stood mere inches away from the shiny black pads, heat and musk washing over him in waves, making him a tad light headed.
Haven
When they did, he saw the strange vixen was kneeling over him and tending to him, she was dabbing a damp cloth to his forehead as she hummed a strange melody.
A Commission Cum on Comet
It was damp. the rain had come while he was watching the movie. it still came but slowly. comet wore a white t-shirt and some blue jeans.
Weasel Squeaks
It was very narrow, alistair able to reach out and touch the slick, damp rock on either side. there was a strange scent in the still air, making the weasel’s nose twitch. the smell was especially prevalent on his damp fingers.
When the Urge Builds
Her tail rubbed along the silk eagerly, dripping more pre, her paw between her thighs stroked over the soft slightly damp folds, nuzzling against the boiling hot silken skin. she let out a deep pleasured moan.