MoonDust, Chapter 7
The music in the taproom was less exotic tonight, but the long-eared basset hound still stood behind the bar, polishing a glass while he waited to be of service.
The Fancy Institute - 3.0 (extreme content - see description)
The red-eyed basset hound was understandably sobbing in this photo.
Rich Bitch
She had often joked that the only benefit of her stocky basset hound figure was the unladylike tolerance for alcohol that came with it.
the new recruit
"i always love you in my ass." he grinned, his basset hound chops lifting with his smile. "at your service doctor." he lined up and sank into her smoothly.
Chapter 12 For Markus
Ellert, a stuffy basset hound with a wild flop of brown mane and tiny spectacles, had been in service of the crown since before etienne could even speak, and during that time, had been corene's tutor.
The Trail
Brian said as he fired another round at an undead basset hound that came out of the brush, moaning and shuffling towards them. "just keep your eyes open, if they get in to close then we're done for."
an unexpexted visit at the harem
I know she is good me and my son trained her to suck cock well tramp says winking at the dog.** **why don't you join us the basset hound says looking at tramp the pups father gladly walks in and gets behind annette.
Rich Bitch - Prequel - First Night - Part 2
Unwilling victim of miss fifi's rehab program.miss fifi - big fat basset hound mama. specializes in the training of baby slaves. one cold bitch.marzipan - brutal clydesdale. dominatrix. dyke. absolute night-mare (yuk yuk).
Rich Bitch - Prequel - First Night - Part 1
The psychotic basset hound reached out and grabbed the poodle by the muzzle, clamping the struggling bitch's mouth shut with a firm grip.
A Reason to Leave
The gray basset hound who weighed close to three hundred looked down at the boy seemingly unsure what to say for a moment before finally saying, "i'm sorry son. i don't know where else to put you right now.
Cirque de Koneta
Following the directions he'd been given led him straight through a tent flap and into a dimly lit space with an over-dressed, sparkly basset hound.
MoonDust, Chapter 4
The mournful looking basset hound barman came over and began taking orders. imogene passed her right hand over his scanner so it could read her ident chip, then took her ale and headed for their table.