Forced Entry (Commission, NSFW)
That claw continued to carve its torturous path up her chest, bisecting the tshirt and letting her breasts spring free, though the panther didn't seem to care one bit about them.
?A Natural Suit
Dressed in shabby pair of cargo trousers and an old black tshirt jencen was aware he probably looked shabby but he didn't really care.
Overheated
Her old beat up concert tshirt had holes showing her stomach fur, which she mostly still wore because the fabric felt nice. "i used to play 'n a cover band fer..." the man turned to see floof and his face twisted.
Tales from a Forsaken Land - Part 2
A black tshirt and a pair of blue jeans. looking at alexos, the husky chuckled "i just moved in, but make yourself at home." the fox walked slowly over to the couch and sat down.
Leo and Vitt chapter 06 - all made up
Leo puts a bit of wiggle in his walk as he grabs a mug of coffee on his way to the wardrobe, and returns, wearing a fresh tshirt and shorts, and puts the empty mug on the counter. "ok, now i'm ready.
Tina's Story Chapter 38 Payback
Lydia wore one of her signature tshirts, also with no panties, a fact not lost on sean, as the two flashed him repeatedly. so shameless were they, that poor sean could not even pretend to not notice.
Womanhood by Witchcraft
He put on his best tight jeans and microscopic tshirt and prepared to go out.
CreamBalloons-R18-2
Rouge was unsure of herself, wearing a sheer baby doll tshirt with the phrase "ice cream filling" written on it in big bubble letters. thin spaghetti-straps looped over rouge's shoulders.
Ultima Solem, Chapter 2
He was tall, about late 40s wearing a simple tshirt and jeans, his antlers cut back at to about a half foot above his head.
Therapy - Session 8
He was dressed well, in designer jeans and a plain tshirt, probably only half dressed before the interruption. he circled me, peeking at the leather clad rear. "did the hotel send you?
An British Werewolf in New York
You could tell that any minute, his tshirt would not be able to take the strain. suddenly, as he packed on pounds of muscles to his chest and arms, his shirt began to strain under the growth.
Therapy - Session 2
My arms wrapped bashfully around my chest instinctively as he reached past me to hang my sweaty tshirt on the stall's coat rack. that damp armpit passed by my nose, his scent pounding in my head like a sledgehammer.