The Demon King's Revenge - Prologue
The sheer shock caused by the half-dragon left the old general a panting mess on the ground, holding his chest in pain as his weathered heart goes crazy inside his frail body.
Behind the Bushes
Soon, all three males were a panting mess, having drained their balls. crash and eddie cuddled close to buck while the weasel was still reveling in his afterglow. he was glad that he had the two boys around for a good pounding.
Making Up for Lost Time
All it would take to reduce soarin' to a blissful, panting mess would be a single touch to his engorged member, and he knew it. "something fun about this here toy," braeburn said, his warm breath hitting the saliva on soarin's balls.
Cat & Mouse
Brendan was soon reduced to a squealing, squirming, panting mess, drooling into his pillow as the tiger fucked him hard and deep, the feeling of a real dick inside him so much better than any of his toys.
Ghostly Endeavors
mess.
Teasin' Teacher...
I was a panting mess and didn't trust my voice, so i just gave a little nod before bracing myself and doing my best to relax my pucker. resistance was not only futile, it was painful!
Pt 17 - The Druid's Lust
But i hope you're still able to fill up my pot," she teased, expecting to find him a panting mess in need of a break.
Vivid Dreams Pt. 2 - Trapped
However, she could not, and after an hour, cece was a panting mess, hanging limp in her bindings. her young pussy was soaked, dripping onto the ground beneath her.
Father & Son in: Uncle Steve's Ranch
You were a panting mess, your cock _painfully_ hard in your sheath. your dad knew this, and your job was finally done as he dropped down to his own knees to tease your sheathed knot with his tongue.
Gods of Destruction
The hyena started thrusting, the force of his movements lifting champa up on his toes each time, the feline gasping as azrael hit ever one of the most pleasurable spots inside him, leaving the destroyer a mewling, panting mess.
Macro Wrestling Wolves!
This match was finished; the feline had lost to this black wolf and had paid the price that now left him a panting mess on the floor of the arena.
Running eases the mind...
She was a panting mess already, driven even wilder by the constant laps and slow stabs of his tongue inside her. she was growling and moaning, her voice unfettered in the open as he tortured her already on fire senses.