Not His Problem
Frank shook his head emphatically , his ears plastered to his skull. i watched this little scene marveling at the lupine's dedication to his master.
His Fetish
Unlike normal, where master would allow me to tighten around his shaft, to milk his cock upon his command, i couldn't muster any such feeling.
His Kit
his master shot his load into his kit beneath him, filling him to the brim. his knot, however, ensured that no cum would escape. after the erotic feeling of bliss that over came kyuubi while filling his kit with cum kyuubi looked down to see his kit.
For His Master
But also he wanted to push himself to the very edge of his sanity so that when his master returned he could give his master the best orgasm that his master deserved.
In His Arms
his voice. his arms. the dampness of his fur. his smile. i stopped myself from disturbing his sleep and lay still, taking in the sensational smell of him. it was beautiful. we were on the floor, the poodle's back to the wall.
In His Mind
"the demon slayer rides again, his armor blessed by the gods of olympus, his skill honed over centuries, the bane to all demons. also a fan of pizza and beer."
His Guilt
May i never forget his guilt.
In His Rags
With his naughty bits.
His Keeper.txt
A shiver ran down his body, and his cheeks flushed. adjusting his robe, he opened the door to peak in. his eyes gazed at the site that shortened his breath.
His Prey
She could hear his joints bending and his muscles rippling under his thick pelt of fur. she could smell his arousal, his fury, and his impatience. she knew this wouldnt be a long fight. couldnt be a long fight.
His Domain
his eyes were shut tight, his face clenched into as much of a grimace as he could manage with his mouth in use.
Kayla: By His Will
his paws quickly worked to tuck in his shirt and button his slacks, to get his equipment holstered at his waist again.