Freebies Vol. 52: Indecent Exposure Edition! (Shakal 4/5)
The jockstrap, covered in cum and spittle, flew from his muzzle, flying out into the crowd - a souvenir for a lucky member of the audience. "grraaaahhhhh! fuck me harder!"
The Lunt Street Ripper’s Sentence (9)
The drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip was unseated and dribbled down so that the heavy dribble became a long, narrow ribbon that hung like spittle from the corner of a hungry maw desiring a succulent bite of meat.
Roland Meets Griggle
I drenched my hands in my own spittle as i drooled and slobbered over his length, rubbing it with both my hands and keeping my tongue working hard. griggle never once stopped making noise, nor did he stop making pre.
The Lone Courier
"wait, don't . . ." he wheezed, pink spittle dotting the edges of his pressed shirt. " **don't.
Prolouge to Darkness
The followers reloaded their weapons and unloaded them into the figure. the leaves moved and opend the front of his cloak darkness was seen untill a loud and wet crack of bones spittling was heard, blood drenched chains shot out from the gaping abyss of darkness
Deltaruined: Lost Buster Part 2
He kept on pounding in her nonstop and her muffled cries continued into his mouth even as their tongues swapped warm spittle together.
Deltaruined: Lost Buster Part 1
Pushing past strands of spittle, jevil slid his cock deep into her mouth. she clamped down, careful of her fangs as she remained still just for him.
Promises.
Soft finger tips grazed the fur and flesh that masked her jawbone while coming across spittle and semen matted fur.
Towergirls fanfic: The Dragon's Thief
She shivered as she felt his cool spittle against her puckered hole. slowly, she sauntered over his lap with her back still facing him and her tail uncoiling from his head.
Summer Passion
For added security, kouno spat onto his member, lubing it up with a mixture of his and shun's spittle, before he guided himself between the wolf's legs.
The Maelstrom
Rain did belittle, your grain and kettle to spittle. an infinite pull, seemingly inescapable tug of fate. ah how i would love to give up, if not for these damned, blessed anchors. the pang of each heartbeat, rings of sorrows never to retreat.
Not Finished
Unceremoniously he pulled back, allowing jay to once again cough away the spittle and pre that lined his mouth.