The Thunder Rolled
"oh... now would you listen to that thunder roll, boys..."
Warcraft - Cownage Pt. 1+2 (VORE)
"Jeez - you ever seen anythin' this big?" "Ah wouldn't be able to tell yah. Most tauren don't let me get a look dis good." The troll stood awestruck before the massive bovine. The tauren could hardly be happier - his eyes half-lidded, tail...
As Salty As the Sea
The slit, like on most amphibian and reptiles, was about two inches vertically and william had no trouble pushing his tongue in if he rolled it first; making more of a point out of it.
[Commission] Rolling In the Hay
He rolled over on the wooden floor, taking a moment to catch his breath. "so?" gideon asked after a while. "same time next week?"
One Roll at a Time
In the month or so that he had been rolling so far, he'd only rolled this result a couple of times, and never with female attire.
Do a Barrel Roll!
He rolled his hips against gabe's as his tail wagged slowly and his tongue slid along gabe's. jason reached his paw higher into gabe's shirt, teasing gabe's left nipple as he stroked their cocks slowly with his other paw.
The Rolling Tides
He sure had enjoyed the rolling tides... and it looks like he had more than 5 days to relax now.
Moving On
Yet another piece to come out of my jazz, blues, and poetry class, i branched out of jazz and blues and decided to write about my preferred genre of music, rock n' roll, and my thoughts on it. please, tell me what you think of the poem.
Gambler's Roll
One roll. she thought to herself, then he is mine... two red dice, carefully examined were chosen before being placed in a cup and rolled. the human willed with all his might to get two sixes.
A Series of Bad Rolls
The bard gave his hips a few rolls, his eyes rolling back as the wolf's divine hole massaged his member. he felt like he'd melt from the pleasure, if not for the slight fear pricking his nerves.
Fair Exchange Part 1
When she gave a teasing roll of her hips, the wolf growled and nipped her chin. his cock pulsed and fed her hungry cunt a spurt of pre.
Life of Pi(zza)
A substantial roll of fat billowed over each hip, while his thighs below were in permanent contact with one another, though he had been spared the experience of chafing by the simple expedient of never leaving the house.