Strake Was Here
The doberman yanked his mock mechanic's shirt off and spun the cap off; coolant bubbled up into the shirt and he jumped back, swearing and flinging the shirt at the ground. he growled as he picked it up, tossing the shirt back into the cab.
Unadvertised Features
As it was, he would occasionally pat his backside or adjust his t-shirt to make sure no bulge or waistband was showing.
The Knot Hole
On top, he wore a long sleeve white shirt, the sleeves hanging about halfway down his paws. over that, he slid on a light pink spaghetti-strapped shirt with a red heart on the front.
Jenny
His shirt pulled up, revealing a fuzzy, flat stomach, coated with a brown fur.
Deer x Wolf
“we can get you a new shirt in the shop,” the wolf said, reminding me of the now very ripped shirt that pathetically clung to my body. all i could do was laugh a bit, “shouldn’t we get out of here?
'Are you sure?'
The bear kept himself on paws and knees, thrashing his cock under his shirt and making sure he divided his milk evenly under max's shirt. his shirt turned black now from the drenching, and max felt no power in his limbs to pull himself away.
Meeting with the Boss
His shirt hung off his shoulders, open and inviting, his tie only a scrap of cloth that draped over his slight chest.
Pulling Weeds
She was wearing her white short sleeved shirt today, and she always had her nipples poking out whenever she wore that shirt. he hoped it was her favorite because it sure was his. he walked past the patio doors and around to the front of the house.
Knothole High: Playing for the Team
He threw it aside but held onto his shirt. an unavoidable compulsion drove him to bring the shirt up to his nose and take a good, long sniff. andy's scent was all over it... that heady, musky scent...
The Girls' Pt. 1
While her max size men's jeans strained to contain her muscled legs and expansive haunches, her shirt wasn't a shirt at all-- she often adapted more tasteful full-body outfits, muumuu's and ponchos and the like, into shirts, letting them drape out in the front
Sticky Situations
"a-arch your back," trevor huffed, drawing back on the dog's shirt. he let go of gavin's shoulder and slipped that arm around the dog, up under his shirt to tweak one of his nipples.
Walls Book 1 - Ch 3 : Change
"uh huh," i answered while feathering my shirt. father reached out with his hand and latched one claw along a button in the shirt, "lose the shirt pup, it'll help with the heat." "... are you serious?" i asked.