Interlude
"mm, now that's _better_," amethyst murmured, tracing the flap at the tip of the crop along his inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the involuntary tremble when the crop brushed the stallion's still smarting balls.
The Bellhops Mistress
She picked up her riding crop in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other before returning to the bed.
A Warrior's Respite
He moved his crop again, but manipulated it slowly now, and brought it up, holding his claws close to his hips while the rounded tip of the crop approached the apex of the klingon's thighs.
Cordial's Tale Continues
Sasha only laughed, and lightly tapped the crop against cordial's outer thigh.the crop scared cordial a little, as she was just barely beginning to get into serious s&m. pain very quickly became too much for her at this point.
Intimates
Nar quickly got the idea and stepped forward, his head held low as he held out the riding crop to his dragon. wraith took the crop and lifted the end up to run along the sides of nar's stocking-clad legs as he circled his wolf.
Sacrificed to the Satyr
The small town, isolated from larger trade routes, relayed mostly on its own crops for food as the caravans rarely passed through.
A Lovely Evening
The vixen said as she held his penis up out of the way and brought the crop down again a third time, snapping the tip of it against the wolf's left ball. lifting the crop back up, she whipped it down onto his right one, earning a yelp.
Training Judy
Judy hissed, arching her back and going on tiptoes as the riding crop hit her just under her left nipple. she panted as she came back down, the crop under her chin.
Under Him
Out came the riding crop again. held in rowan's hand. he ran the tip of the crop along the length of oak's penis while keeping a stern eye on him.
The Stalking of the Farmer
She only had about forty of them, the rest of the farm was dedicated to growing a few other summer crops. they were coming along at a good pace; she took out an ipad as she looked up the cycle of her crops.
Enhanced Interrogation
Viktoria struck rapidly with a barrage of swipes, using the crop like a saber and putting hans on the defensive even though he knew the crop would sting but do no lasting damage.
Breeding The Surrogate
She decided not to replace the bit, instead putting the tip of her crop under the mare's chin and lifting her muzzle to her wet snatch.