Rose Hip Tea Cup Five
His paws drifted to her hips, hooking his thumbs in the waist of her panties he slowly peeled them down over her lovely rump. his fingers caressing the orbs of her ass as it was freed from the satiny confines of her underwear.
Rose Hip Tea Cup Four
But he kept it together, grab me by the hips and wouldn't let me move until i was ready. once i got adjusted to his size though... it was really great and i won't forget that night ever.
Rose Hip Tea Cup Three
As the waist of his pants went slack he lifted his hips off the bed a little, his thumbs hooking into them and the elastic of his boxers. he shivered again as he pressed the garments down his hips a bit.
Rose Hip Tea Cup Two
Rose hip tea, second cup. it had been a few days since having gotten to the new town and for the most part, the mother and daughter were used to the change, almost welcoming it.
Rose Hip Tea Cup One
Rose hip tea cup one "sweetest sips." the little raccoon dog girl wiggled and fidgeted in her seat, her mind far from paying any attention to what the teacher was droning on about.
Chapter 12: Thrust Your Hips
He started thrusting his hips, feeling foolish as his muscular body flexed, his paws behind his neck, his toned abs rippling and crunching as he moved his hips, hunching his back in this ridiculous dance.
Josie and The R.A.T. Lab Pt. 1
Josephine White-Thorn was a happy-go-lucky kind of girl. The female coyote came from a generous family which encouraged her to chase her dreams. So when her dreams told her to leave the family's Oklahoma reservation home and travel to the East Coast,...
The Art Of Love
Sharon had large breasts, wide curvy hips and a very thick butt.
Fun with quicksand (part 3)
(g) mowgli tickled shanti's hips for several minutes. he had wanted to tickle his friend more, but he felt a bad sensation. he looked down and he saw a bulge in his loincloth. the bulge was so huge that it could tear the loincloth.
Exchanges (Commission)
Well, haoyu was no mother, but he did have thick wide hips like one! maybe he could. . . maybe what? talk to mr. markus? well, why not? what harm was there in that?
Personal Growth
Her hips threatened the limits of the doorway and popped with her every step, setting her thighs in hypnotic motion. a slight paunch eclipsed her belt, and both were hidden in the shadow of her chest.
Runnin' (After the Femmies)
**[Intro]** ? One time, one time, brodie, one time! ? Where? Runnin' to the femmies (Yeah, I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got ya boi still runnin' after the femmies (Put them motherfucking knee-highs on tight, baby girl...oooh...