Good Boy 3
Uncorking the bottle of oil at his side with his teeth, he drizzled thick lines of slickness across his chest, then dumped the remainder over the wolf's cock, coating it in glittering, slippery lubrication.
The Oil Rig Part 2: Smoke Break
"This sucks," Justin, the green dragon said, "I didn't spend all that money on an engineering degree so I could sort through boxes. I could have saved it." "I know, I didn't think I'd be doing this instead of welding." the gray dragon, Haruto,...
A Love Bound by Swords
Further and further rhezen's cock sank into his lover, the oil adding enough lubricant to get deeper inside of his lover.
Pokemon Boarding School: Administrative Rights
One hand squeezed at nick's hip, while the other reached down into his own bag, pulling out a bottle of baby oil. he uncapped it, lifting up nick's shirt and pouring the oil over the smooth boy's belly, stroking it into that chubby tummy and sides.
The Breegull Boat Part 4: Never squat when tired.
A most unusual event happened that morning. Or whatever time it was. The engine quieted, shouting happened, and a heavy yank indicated an anchor had found a home. An event that nudged her off of the sheet she used as bed, enough so that she could wake...
The Breegull Boat Part 3: Not familiar, is it?
Up on this ledge, an inch from a pool of tar-like oil, she could easily overlook the place. and no easy way up there either. perfect for a stowaway.
The Breegull Boat Part 2: The non-garbage barge.
In the oil, she was at least 'buoyant', but without that she felt like she wore twenty sets of clothing, each soaked in water. probably made of wool. heck, considering just how odd this stuff was she wondered if it was oil at all.
The Breegull Boat Part 1: Slimy, sticky, shiny.
People who, like het shoes, started to stick more and more, until they were fused to the horrible oil slicks. truth be told, she'd happily fly the distance. if she wasn't so darn oily in the first place.
Memoirs of Dragora Ch. 7
Slypnir answered keenly, holding out the bottle of oil zerion and dragora had used in the tavern while squeezing his thighs together to let his skivvies drop. "i modified it a little too..." "now i really see where this is going!"
The Doorway Saga
Part One: Traveler I am a Dutch male living alone in my apartment somewhere in Amsterdam The Netherlands. I was born in the year 1969. A few months after my birthday man has started to explore the moon. I have deep blond hair and deep brown eyes....
A Jelly Good Time
She 'blushed' a little at the licks, her body's natural oils having a sort of grape-y taste to them as well as a grape smell.
Another Night with Necro
Necro continued to massage the oil into his scales, reaching back and sliding her hands over his crotch, thickly coating his cock and balls with the oil. he moaned and twitched under her.