[Commission] The Gym Bunny's Predicament
"show us how good a sweat rag you make first." "oh, good idea!"
Infiltrators Converted
Not a soldier, not a warrior, a bitch, a little broken bitch that was nothing but a sweat-rag, a cock-sock, a hole for titus. in, out, in, out, each thrust hitting him hard, those muscular hips reminding him of his softness, his weakness.
Sexy Farm Shenanigans
Mason called, grabbing his keys and stuffing his sweat rag in his pocket. he walked through the field to the barn where lucas had already gone inside. it was almost too warm in the barn. bales of straw were stacked almost up to the ceiling.
Kat-A-Tonic 1
He took out his red sweat rag from his pocket and wiped his brow and the back of his neck, only to find something off. "what the?"
The Core: Wait Til Dad Hears About This
To be an older man's sweat rag?" he ground liam's face even deeper into that sweaty crevice. "c'mon, don't be shy. tell me." liam didn't respond. liam couldn't respond.
Human Bitches Chapter Twelve: Fresh Sausage
So i shove the sweat rag back into my pocket, and start stripping down right there, in the middle of the junkyard's central clearing.
Kinktober 2022 Story Sketches 1-5
That poor coyote, practically begging her to use his muzzle as a sweat rag for her sheath - "_come on, terra,"_ he had pleaded, sending a few pictures showing his own interest and excitement. "_one more time.
A Room with a Moose!
That's a good little sweat rag! i'm glad the predators up above picked out such juicy fresh meat..." the moose teases. after a couple more reps he sets the weights back down.
Coach's Boys - Chapter 9: The Trouble With Twins
Bending over to pick up their sweat rags and water bottles, whether they were purposely showing off their fine asses or not, coach watched them with great interest. they were within arm's reach, just begging to be squeezed.
Return of the Spoop House!
"well well well~ look what i caught in my hooves fluttershy~ is it a cute little sweat rag?" rainbow dash mocks, swinging spike around. swaying his fat, sweaty body around as if it was nothing.
Hunter vs. Fallen
Though she still wanted more from him than a sweat rag. "use your tongue. it's what you want. your masquerade of chastity does not impress me. i know your desires." how much _did_ she know?
Demowned
It was more just a ruined scrap, a sweat rag that squished into his mouth with a splat, squeezing out even more of that potent perspiration until that poor leopard really had no choice but to choke it down.