Hogging the Knight
Not as his lips started to approach that big belly, digging even in that fupa to give that hairy groin a kiss… or when his tongue was near the base.
LtL: Pilot, Ch2
She was tall and rotund, her belly partially encapsulated by her suffering, stretched-to-their-limit pants in a massive fupa, breasts like flat strips of pork left on the countertop that was her gut.
Apartment Bloos
He approached between her great legs, bouncily laying down upon her fupa and lower belly, jiggling atop it like a soft, light waterbed. with a knee on the inside of one of her huge thighs, he boosted himself up, wobbling atop her as he went.
A new citizen for the Hegemony 2
To change his needs… and to guide zal in lifting cestus’s sweaty testicles while that fat fupa was pressed against his forehead. cestus’s nuts were so darn heavy and dense, they were like boulders.
Chapter Four The Extraction
Darin and robert were a little shaken up by this but recovered at the thought of returning to work at fupa early.
How Clawhauser Nailed Bogo
Next, he clutched bogo's tender fupa. "hmm hmm hmm, the cow has a big, blubbery barn for his cock." at last, his pudgy paw reached bogo's shaft. the cheetah's eyes widened. "oh, shit. where have you been hiding this?!" he held his mouth agape.
SelisSculpts Commission: Banking On Success
She was more than aware from the last clothing incident that underneath it an equally bushy patch of pubic hair was barely held in by her overworked underwear, the image of her fupa stretching the elastic a particular memory that was hard to forget .
Chapter Two Going to the Park
fupa and aupa were cooperating with the aud and supplying employment records and the individuals' place of residence.
Corpulent Culture
His paws stroked and kneaded over baxter's thighs, sliding up to rub at his fupa, causing him to sway and stagger on his hooves. he was so fat, he had a fupa, a pocket of fat that was devouring his shaft. baxter almost swooned at the notion of it.
Acting on Instinct [COM]
Instantly his hand jumped to his throbbing crotch rocket, though not prepared to deal with the massive fupa that had formed as a result of his continual snacking.
Meat 'n' Greet (For Tokeki)
This voice of mine went rich the same as my spit tasted, watching his fupa stop a jiggle. he'd come up to me and its snail trail of grey found fit to stop and be hemmed in by those killer arms.
Unbearable Feelings
The hard press of his pelvis on your fupa balloons the sensation out, pleasure washing over you like a wave each time. you find yourself huffing and puffing despite your attempts to rest and recover.