A Harem Game with Horny Guys
It wasn't that much of a difference, really; she was wearing something that was almost as see-through as the aftermath of a wet t-shirt competition, and the only difference would be that she was not wearing anything underneath it anymore.
Virtually Real Notes: Evolver Chamber Options
Knock out: you want to be able to win every wet t-shirt contest? you really want to be so busty that when you get up close and personal and most of your body is a foot away?
Changing Seasons: Fall 2010
He gazed back down to see his cousin's muscular hand gripping tightly on the end of his wet t-shirt. "um..." lionel blushed. "i know it sounds childish, but... could you sleep here with me tonight? don't wanna see that dream again..."
Gym Buddies: Part Two
He ran a paw under my wet t-shirt and padded at my chest. he took his other paw and ran it across my leg, which made its way into my sports trousers. i yipped and tugged away. "what's wrong?" like he had to ask.
Father figure - Chapter 3: Separation
Slowly, bruce lifts the wet t-shirt up jim's body. enjoying every moment it still tries to cling to the young lion's wet muscles. he throws the shirt to the ground, it makes a splashing sound.
Cruising For Some Tail
_"wet t-shirt conteeeeest whoooot!"_ _ _ _"duuuuude!"_ _ _ _"wow dude fuck you splashed me too!"_ _ _ tyler's ears perked at the noise and turned to look over again, almost hopefully.
The Researcher
Jason removed his soaking wet t-shirt and put on the vest. he clipped it into place. a compressor started up a few rooms away. freezing water began to cycle through. it felt amazing. the researcher began preparing the next injection.
Nothing Less Will Do
His boxers fell the rest of the way off his solid ankles as he got onto the bed with his wet t-shirt bunching up around his waist but still clinging damply to every curve of his strong chest.
My Brother's Best Friend - Shelter
He surely did look as good as he ever did, especially now that he'd taken part in a makeshift wet t-shirt contest that left even less for jeff's overactive imagination. he also seemed calm enough, which was a good thing...maybe they had a chance.
Valkyrie - Book 1 - Chapter 7 - Stormfront (Revised Edition)
Diamond gulped, his tongue was hanging slightly from its mouth as he slid lance's slightly wet t-shirt over his head revealing the wolves light grey fur and kissing his beautiful torso.
Strangers on a Train
"nicole's nipples were hard from the cold, as stan had seen through her tight, wet t-shirt," he began his story. she averted his gaze, embarrassed, but clearly loving the attention.
Small Consequences
Your clothes clung uncomfortably to you like you were in some kind of perverse bastardization of a wet t-shirt contest. one of the few mercies was that the smell wasn't pungent. at least, relative to what it could have been.