Otter's Daily Life- Halloween Party, Part 6
Her juices covered arty's muzzle, and just when kris felt like she couldn't take much more, he lifted her clitoral hood and bathed her clit with licks.
Gambling a Bit too Much Away
"i love clitoral rubbing, not just fingering from a partner," she said. nicholas felt his penis ready to have an orgasm, so he pulled out of her and poked a hole to let the cum flow slightly more easily. "where should i cum," he asked.
Unintended Intruder - 08
Abigale discovered her friend had a clitoral erection that dragged along her sopping walls, teasing and tickling in ways that drew gasps of pleasure from them both. abigale wrapped her arms around the smaller woman, palmed her butt, and ground together.
Tik Tik's Tryouts 6
She grips the pseudopenis, letting her big toe rub over it with the precision that only a simian foot could have, pressing the ball on the clitoral shaft.
Make Her Squeal
Belle's pussy was large, and her inner labia meaty and neon pink- her clitoral hood however was another tiny black patch, and the clit inside still pink almost as if to highlight itself.
Cougar on the Prowl
When he caught sight of the glistening labia and clitoral hood peeking from her damp fur, the sight and aroma almost overrode his self-control.
Manageing shares
Again and again i dipped, and at last was rewarded as her clitoral hood withdrew, revealing the little nub containing so many nerve endings to my ravishing attention.
Project 8: Programming
Her clitoral hood intertwined with the sergal toy, unable to break away, pleasure pulsating into her body with every slosh of the rubber pool around her. kindred shudders again as she catches k-2003's softly glowing blue eyes.
Project 8
K-2003 feels kindred's sex coil tightly around its own, the two clitoral hoods wrapping around the other like mating snakes, drawing their open female vents to the other.
Road Rovers Roleplaying Fun
Her voyeur didn't waste any time -- he lowered his face between her thighs and flicked his tongue against her clitoral piercing... the sensations instanly flooded through her in a series of sharp pulses...
A Day Trip (pt 3)
The lynx moaned, if cats could moan, as the burbot's elongated dorsal fin now rubbed and grinded against her swollen clitoral head as it now entered the canal. deeper and deeper. one more inch.
I never had a title for this one.
She reaches between her legs and presses her fingers against her clitoral hood, then slides them down and across her pussy. her hand is instantly wet with her nectar. "fuck. /fuck/. that's enough. i need you to fuck me.