Stretching Serling
Serling just beamed, nodding but not speaking as the stallion's strong but gentle hands returned to his face, the first part of his body to have had just a little of the spa's unique massage oil applied to its features.
The Alluring Paw Massage
Nemara was unable to do much but continue to slide his claws over reds back continuing to coat red in the massage oil.
A Ringing Endorsement
A rather goofy smile spread over his face as he felt the massage oil doing its work, his back and shoulder muscles beginning to soften ever more so.
Relaxing, Piece by Piece
Christian's own paws were working on the coyote's left arm, but while they too were shimmering with a delicate coat of massage oil, the amount visible upon serling's limb was substantially less.
Meeting the Competition
She asked how the massage oil worked, how it chemically was able to achieve what they promised.
Stay Cool
And as rodney's hands continued to move up and down the length of serling's torso, spreading the massage oil and the pleasant softening tingle which it brought along with it, not only did serling's initial worries about the gecko's skill begin to melt away
Sales Training: Day 4
"i think i saw some massage oil in the toiletry basket. be right back." i ducked into the bathroom and grabbed a tube of massage oil from the row of little bottles on the counter top.
F Kangaskhan x F Nidoqueen
Kangaskhan finished setting the massage table, and prepped the massaging oil in her hand. "alright, now strip all of your clothes off" kangaskhan ordered her. "w-what!?"
Who's Afraid...
Dave didn't know who the pig was, though the fact that his body was glistening with massage oil and that a guest towel lay on the floor close by where he was running around suggested that he was the wolf's current client.
The Water Feature
massage oil. serling's eyes widened. massage oil?! he looked down at his chest, then at his hands which had risen to try and keep the spray from hitting him in the face. they were dripping. not just dripping wet, but dripping.
The Serpent's Vessel
Bottles of massage oil sit beside the leg of the bed and you pick one up. "essence of spearmint and lemongrass: massage oil" the label reads. you look up at him expectantly and he nods back.
On the Table
The bat perked, and took the bottle, noting the label: massage oil. he blushed softly. of course, he hadn't thought of that when he'd requested a massage.