[Commission] A bun's new life
With this, he fingered her pussy with his middle finger, and the girl gasped, wreathing in pleasure. she was so caught up, she didn't notice him taking off his underwear, and stroking his exposed shaft.
Monster Veil
Rife, constant strife, dig me up, renew my life, spoken word, it's not absurd, extinguish fires that i've incurred, forming gneiss, scalding ice, take the chance and roll the dice, shift beneath, scarring heath, as i rise, i fell the wreath
Bad Time For Fools
She was picking flowers in the garden, perhaps for another flower wreath, and with her bending over, flokie had a wonderful view up her skirt.
Chapter 14 Do You Want Me
Lying on her back with her arm around aina, the foxhound's slanted blue eyes were warm as they peered from the wreath of her white curls. she touched aina's face, longing in her gaze.
Chapter 29 Doppelganger
Now they were in the shadows of a little park, hidden among a wreath of bushes. the trees were blossoming pink and white, and the petals littered the grass. azrian had never been inside the doglands before.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #8
On her head she wore a wreath of sorts, green and apparently very much alive with verdant tiny leaves that sparkled almost like emeralds on her head.
Outcast - Chapter 11
"one night...i went out to the dwelling, only to find the black wreath hung on the door." i felt my heart sink. the black wreath was something i'd completely forgotten about.
Secondchances-kazy-part.1.
He plopped the wreath into the basket i was holding and continued down the aisle. when we got back to the apartment, we hung the wreaths and garland up. they did indeed bring a special sort of warmth to the cracked walls.
Admiring James
Jake's cock was practically knocking on the door as his brother turned to reveal his dangling cock, decked with a cum-filled nutsack and wreathed about with tangled blue hairs.
Burn
The alien creature, wreathed from ear to toe with tongues of fire, bent to drive a silvery shape into the dust that remained, rumbling slowly. with a cough, it stopped. the blade was small, but the cut was long, and well placed.
The Skin Cycle VI: A Wild Field
It will be there for me to remember why abel missed his mother but never gave another thought to a certain sibling of his-- marking her grave with thorny roses and wreathes of leafy vines, but forgetting his brother...
The Sylvan Souled
The ceaseless sensation caused him to gasp, chin pulling up as the violet wreathed beast opened its jaws wider with a creak, green vine sliding past his now parted lips with a sudden snaking squelch.