In the Professor's office
"lift your tail and find out" the raccoon retorted, standing by in nothing but an open shirt.
The Exchange 2: Turning Point
They'd fallen from her open shirt with newfound weight, bouncing with some bastard mix of youthful perkiness and intense momentum.
Winning the big prize
With lots of open shirts and exposed fur, the eye candy was very good at the moment.
Babysitting
Devin moved his hand up and slid it under the open shirt and softly massaged jess' chest. he moved his hand over her flat breasts, gently teaseing her nipples. jess lightly gasped at the feeling of devin's hands.
Beaver
Not bad, actually, but his eyes glanced back at the beaver's open shirt and the big hairy belly. marty turned in his stool, elbow up on the bartop again, while he held the one glance in his other paw.
Hypnovember - Day 12: Clothing
"shit, gonna run out of these at this rate," he cursed, reminding his preference for open shirts. the boots and pants came after. he sat on the bed and threw the boots at the other side of the bed.
Hot Date
"a pair of hot guys with open shirts casually ogling one another, that's obviously a date," yep, not weird! "you noticed me ogling you?"
Healing Hands: Old Wounds
Sadly, the elf's ears seemed to be rounded, the mark of a former slave, and through his open shirt, beneath a curtain of blonde fuzz, nemu could see the silvery fingers of scars crisscrossing his muscle. poor thing.
The Dogs: Not Exactly Night - Episode XII
"before this--" he slid his hand into bligh's open shirt to smooth over with his thumb one of his lower nipples, causing him to titter ticklishly.
Wolf Swim Team Punishment
He spotted a timber wolf with an open shirt tugging at the swimsuit that much of it wormed its way under his clothes. it was eric, one of his teammates from the swim team. "get off me!" he said, not noticing brandon yet.
Good Pet
She stared at his chest as his featureless fingers undid the buttons, defined maroon muscles peeked through his open shirt. judging by the large crease in his pants, he greatly appreciated her directness. "i suppose," she replied.
First Move
A second streamer of seed erupts across his chest, leaving frosty seed to soak into his open shirt and bare chest. a third stream, this one splatters him in the chin! he continues like this, emptying himself on the skunk's command.