Leef-R
Then the daylight came in, with hands holding his face. "morning..." still barely awake, he was kissed. softly at first, then deeper, making his aching dick snap back to attention, his tail wag.
Give and Take
She reached down to rub at her own damp, swollen pussy lips, but cried out as dan grabbed her wrists in his hands, holding her back. "n-naahhh... no! oh g-god, say what? what do you w-want me to say?"
The Healer's Friend
Nat smiled just a bit before trying to stand wincing as he nearly fell over, his legs weak, his hands holding on to the other's hips, embarrassed above all else.
My Red-Haired Asian Lover
It was like having two giant hands holding you by t he hips and forcing you to fuck. of course there was no force involved here at all, but the effect was the same.
You know the wax rind they have on some varieties of aged cheese? That but it's a pun about furry smut
It took a bit of focus on beni's part but the rubber on the sergal's ass formed into clawed hands, holding tight to his soft butt and pressing those claws against him.
An Unexpected Observer (Commission)
But he had his hands holding me tight on our way here. hell, by the time we left the elevator, i was stuck in his grasp and we spun to this bedroom."
Adrian and Rex 3
His hands hold tightly, arms locked around him, ensuring that his capture will not go away while he claims him, deeper and deeper with each hardening, quickening thrust.
My first gay story :3
I let out a eager moan as your hands hold tight of my hips, pulling them up and aligning it with yours as you kneel behind me. a near scream escapes my mouth as you spread my cheeks with your cock, your thick girth splitting my nerves.
A Drunk Night
Jack said, his hand holding george's. "no problem. i'm just a big ol' softie." george said. "yeah... you are. in fact... you're just the kind of man i like." jack said. "wha?" george said, not expecting this come on.
The Aviatrix
The roads were swarming with constables, running with one hand holding their bobbies on tight and the other clutched round the butt of their revolvers. a terrier ran up to the bulldog. "chief inspector..." he gasped for breath.
Majorra and the Wolves
Her gaze lingers there, until her gloved hand holds the hound's tail still, "i'm sure the boss wouldn't want his hounds in this kinda state.." majorra's knee presses itself agaist the grass, as her head shifts under the hound's form.
Club Le Cat Part 1
Rebecca snatched the bag from jens hands holding it up to her face. "what is this crap any way's." relieved they hadn't noticed her little episode jen tried to think up a good cover for the fact it was cat food.