Um...A hyena Incest/Rape story? Honestly, I can't think of a title! :-P
She grabbed his tank top, tossed it to him. "put your shirt on before grandma and grandpa suspect us!" she then opened the door and rushed out the room.
The Golden Tongue
Her tight tank top was quickly loosing the battle against her breasts, the sounds of threads popping echoing throughout the hallway. it wasn't helping that her now full-term belly was stretching the bottom hem of the tank top.
What's Better Than Beads?
Trisha had skipped the bra that afternoon, letting only a snug tank top hold onto the flesh of her breasts.
Some Like it Ripe
His strong, broad shoulders stuck out of a teal tank top.
BAD KITTIES-KITTIES IN THE CONVENT
"help me, sis" as felicity tugged at the stubborn size 0 tank top, felicia draped her arms around her sister waist. quickly freeing herself from her skirt, she was now naked. she began kissing her sister's neck.
Gym-Rim
You were sweating from head to toe, your tank top soaked down the back and your shorts were pretty drenched as well.
A Feathery Past
The black skirt stretched out along with his tank top due to the sudden swell of his torso and legs, leaving the cheshire a muscle bound beast staring at his mirror and idly flexing at he strained his tank top with two heaving pectorals and his skirt filled
Mate's Mum
The tank top that mrs. laurence wore hung by, spaghetti thin straps on her shoulders and hugged her breasts tightly, raising and pressing them together like a push-up bra, forming an exceptional display of cleavage.
Chapter 2- Moving In
His ears caught a voice above the glass case and myles stood on his feet, noticing a large raccoon with a compressed red tank top and dark blue shorts. he had black stripes laid across his tail.
A Night of Terror
The scissors started moving their way down her soft underside to the bottom of the tank top on her left side, and her father started cutting upward. as soon as he cut the sewing under her armpit and cut through it, the tank top fell from her back.
Why Not Be a Little Kid?
He carefully wriggled out of his jeans and stayed only in his tank top which went down to his ankles and his scarf. the shock was wearing off, and something else was replacing it. youthful energy.
Humping like Rabbits
top clinging for dear life to his upper body, one breath at the wrong time and tank top would be popping right off like clip-on clothes for an action figure.