Good Enough Chapter 13
"yo, pooch," he murmured. "what's so special that you're stopping by on a monday? shouldn't you be studying or something?"
Full Moon
Moreso that he had to lean forward a little to see his entire crotch, his stomach slightly pooched out and his six inch shaft a bit reddened as if he'd been enjoying his own company all day instead of his usual thrice-daily regimen. what was going on?
The table, the barabrian, and the cake
Randy happily took the wide set handles, and with no effort at all lifted his pooching paunch upwards. he waddled backwards and around the yard.
Ship's Travel (Otherwise Untitled)
"i'd wish them out of existence, to the last one, if not for how much my pooch loves them." to this, sam recieved a kiss from the wolf as the meal descended into a frenzy of anecdotes and consumption.
Osa's Tale, Born to Breed, Chapter 1
Like many members of the brood dog species, osa's body was highly sensitive due to years of selective breeding, so it didn't take long for the pooch to get fully erect. the shaft was another difference osa had compared to other canids'.
Fun with Bolt and Penny 11: Thunder, Bolt, and Lightning
_hey yourself, pooch. what're you doing?_ _rhino's training me in television use._ the canine nodded back at the screen where the hamster was surfing in imitation of the current chewing gum commercial.
The Night Out
For maybe 3 minutes of directing riley through the song, the pooch declared she was going to go over to her lady friends and tell them about riley.
A Doubly-Creamed Chariguanko
Dominantly against my tailhole to dig further past with that huge shaft, followed by the shaded myuuzu diving back in as charzem pulled out, working that tight ring quite hard as it was made to horizontally stretch around both sides alternating, one side pooching
Just Like an Oreo
"since you are such a special pooch..you don't have to keep out.." the girl crooned, looking down at him while she flicked away the now useless sign.
While the Stars Dance
With a gaspy moan, the puppy spread her legs and pulled the flimsy fabric of her thong to the side, "come er, pooch. give it to me. gimme a bone." she crooned, whimpering between every word with a needy, impatient lust.
The Dying Game
And the others went along with it like the obedient pooches that they were, yipping and yapping their nonsense. did dying mean nothing to them? probably not. they were already dead. heather was half-dead too.
Spicy Night
"bacon...syrup...b-buttermilk waffles..." came a drowsy mumble from the slumbering pooch. "charlie!" said the cat while she nudged the dog with her elbow. "wake up, fathead." more mumbling and sleepy movements were the responce. mander sighed.