Chapter Seven - Kethelon City
He asked the sloerillan as he pulled the sweater over his head. it wasn't much, but it did help stave off the terrible cold.
Doggie Do's and Doggie Dont's. Chapter Six.
The ugly maroon sweater his grandmother had given him years ago over loose baggy shorts that hung down below the saint bernards knees.
Serenifi: The Video Game Guide
Stacey wolffe attire: blue-green sweater, blue jeans, black bra and matching panties.
Hidden Husky
She tore her hand away from her sweater in order to muffle her shriek as she stood up, shoving her hand forcibly down and around her knot and began tugging harshly at the base of her cock.
Sought After: Christmas Special
You finally get a breather when he uses both paws to undress himself, letting you pant on his chest as his shorts and sweater are tossed aside with your own sweater.
Outbreak [Story / TF / Rat / Commission]
She grabbed at the collar of her sweater, pulling it to release heat. the cool air slipped inside and she groaned. with a quick glance, dr. bowman pulled at her shirt.
The River... In Winter
It was a sweater from nuisance.
A Lesson from Teacher
Her heavy, muscular body soon tore her sweater apart, and she pulled the scraps from her body easily, revealing her massive chest.
Cervine Woes
He released my sweater when it hung open completely, the moose opting then to lower himself back onto the loveseat behind him.
Predation. Chapter Eight.
Shaun went to move out of the sweater and the coyote growled. "no, no... come up through here." travis tugged on the top of the sweater open. "my big head won't fit through that." shaun frowned, glaring at the coyote smirking down at him.
More is less
The hybrid groaned again as his sweater started getting tighter, almost fitting like a second skin. with a spasm of his body and a final burst, his sweater was reduced to shreds, revealing the hybrid's changing body.
Carnival Games
She didn't pet him, just held him close to her huge body, making the smooth peaks of her breasts deform under the sweater. her cunt throbbed, more wet than she had let on; desmond's small, clothed cock rubbed on the tumult of fat under her sweater.