Pokemon Spa: Rub and Tug
Curling her fingers up inside the pussy, she made a fist and pushed her arm in. the big fighter took the teen's small hand easily, hugging it tightly.
Flagging Red
"you just wanted my fist inside you, didn't you pup?"
Switching it Up - Part Two
The coyote face was buried in the sheets of maya's bed, trying desperately to stifle her cries and to escape the embarrassingly erotic sounds escaping her pussy as her lover fisted her.
Rode to success
Ryler slowly pulled his still clenched fist out of my hole with a loud pop. "aww come on, don't stop now." i pleaded and turned my head to look up at braze. "unless you want a turn that is."
In the darkness
His rapist then began to twist his fist back and forth causing those aching sphincter muscles to lose their grip on his furry cool latex clad wrist. and then he punched his fist in and out a few dozen times, battering the young lion's prostate savagely.
Arm Deep
Howdy! This is my very first story I have written :) It's on the long side but it's not a overly long one. I hope this might turn into a series but unsure about it at this point. Hope you like it. ARM DEEP It was another day...
[YCH-06] Agricultural Sciences
The stream soaked shareal in the process and forced his fist out of her as her walls collapsed and quivered in his absence.
Mark's Training
Pressing hard against the dog's groin jeremy pulled his arm out, his hand popping out of his bladder, stopping only when his fist was teasing the inside of mark's knot again.
The Infection...
Balling his fists and putting them up maverick was ready for a fight when he noticed who it was that was bothering him.
[Trade: Ranft] A Fist Time For Everything
The roo's multiple screaming orgasms gave the goat a steep boost in confidence, which translated into harder fisting and more pleasure for the roo.
M-Drone'd
Its feet, still uncovered and that of a wolf, slid against the floor as the drone struggled from the fisting. it grappled the railings as much as it could with its mitts, its entire body trembled.
What You Mean to Me, Chapter 3
It was an ordinary summer day in the town that Squirtle lived in. His trainer was named Ben, a twelve year old boy maybe three feet taller than he was, with curly black hair and a frightfully energetic and happy personality. They lived with their...