Family in the Cottage, Pt. 1: The Hot Wotter Bottle
The beast's fur was thick and rather oily, but indeed he was luxuriously warm. he made a soft 'chuuuurrr' noise and rubbed against their sides. after the otter had licked their plates clean, elena did the washing and cleaning up.
Clashing Creeks - Part 1
Scott reached down and pulled the waistband of kris' oily black speedo back before letting it snap against his tight and firm ass.
Pond Scum 3
Trent shuddered gently, feeling an oddly oily, warm, tingling feeling sweep over him and into his hair.
The Male's Scent: Bitter But Not Sweet
As the bull slowly removed his hand, mike moved up the slimy, oily meat before observing it as the wicked thick foreskin rolled back up over the tipped head.
Meeting in Her Woods
They were oily, deep black spheres, but they weren't threatening her, not in anything but jest tonight. "i don't see you threatening me." "but i could." "but you won't, not in my woods." that bemused look crossed his shadowed face once more.
Everwinter: Heart of jealousy (XXX)
._ the sac itself was rather furless but was being overtaken by a dark and mottled texture that carried an oily sheen to it.
Brute
A deep, pitch, oily black... ''feel the power my boy... becoming stronger.. bigger... so bad... this violence in you.. brutality.. part of you... let gregory go..let him fade... my big bad brute...obey your boss, gregor. surrender to your boss...
Siren Snare
A rush of oxygen hit his body, but it carried with it a profoundly exhilarating tang of the strange oily film that covered the water. it smelled like sex and rebellion, of fun times without restraint.
Insomnia
It did smell kind of... oily, however, and the vibrations didn't case immediately. oh well, he figured. it'd be fine next time he wanted a shower.
"A Friendly Experiment" - Story by Kaz
Vivi's tongue pressed deeper into haruba's throat, prompting a muffled gag from the cat, but they kept making out, hands exploring each other's filthy oily bodies.
Steven and Amethyst: Addendum
Whetever gems weren't already dead were the woman's sexual pet servants, rubbing their oily bodies with shit to be sexually appealing to the men she hired to rape them. all the gods mourned the death of steven, who only hades had now.
The Ceremony of Dragons: Chapter Two
And there he stayed, his cock crammed up deep inside her, only drawing out when she was done to press her cloaca to his tail, marking him with a thickly oily dose.