Duty Chapter 1: The Stranger
Reis pressed marcus against the wall, trying to kiss him with even more pressure than before, running his paw up marcus' shirt, lifting it up... knock! knock! knock! "fuck!" "who is that?" reis sighed, "i forgot...dammit... he's come back today."
Missile Fox: The Interview
"just wondering the size of the thong, ma'am.", stryde responded and began to undress; he held onto the waistline of his shirt lifting it upwards and off his body showing his pecs with a gold colored piercing on his right nipple, beefy biceps, and rocky abs
Apart, But Never Alone
He looked around, grinned, and moments later was taking a mirrored image of his own, trousers and underwear around his thighs, jacket open and t-shirt lifted up to his nipples with the beautiful view of a rather old though thankfully clean toilet in the background
OMEGLE FURRY TALK 3: LESBIAN EDITION
.\* **you:** \*i slip my hands under your shirt, lifting it and dropping it to the ground like a feather\* "my bed is bigger, race ya!"
Half Pipe
He passed the joint back to jaime and stretched, his thin shirt lifting to show his rock hard abs. a starting defensive tackle for the usc trojans, jake sanders took good care of his body. jaime sucked on the joint and smiled as he looked himself over.
Afterwork suprise!
She grinned and, reaching the bottom hem of the shirt, lifted it up and over his head. she leaned close and let her lips trail across his chest and abdomen the way her finger pads had gone.
Nothing But Love (Chapter 5)
Richard stood up out of his tiny chair and stretched out, his grey shirt lifting up just barely over his belly. class would be going on for a while now. the clock displayed the current time behind its steel wire cage in big glowing res numbers.
Visit
Joe took off his white shirt. "lift up your legs.". joe did as he was told. "this will hurt since we don't have any lube so it will hurt...but first..." code slipped his tongue and started to give joe a rim job. joe grabbed a pillow and squeezed.
At the Beach
Meeper stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting up slightly to show his white furred stomach, his defined abs peeking through his fur. shey's eyes tracked him, appreciating the momentarily exposed skin as he ate the last of his skewer slowly.
At the Beach
Meeper stood up and stretched, his shirt lifting up slightly to show his white furred stomach, his defined abs peeking through his fur. shey's eyes tracked him, appreciating the momentarily exposed skin as he ate the last of his skewer slowly.
02 - Weighty Matters
He came up behind the cheetah, grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him away, and slammed him bodily into the wall of lockers. "not cool, michael. you want to philander, fine.
Tropical - Chapter Seven
The stretch made his shirt lift over his beltline, and when he relaxed he thought he saw cloud glimpse at his exposed lower stomach fur. rye didn't think much of it and pretended not to notice.