First Afternoon
A wince creases his face as he finds this new sensation just as difficult to control as the first one that morning.
Game Night OP
An evil grin creased over his white fur dangerously with another yank and a hard shove he forced his dick into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.
Resigned to Being Dinner [Patron Reward]
He could see, just up ahead, her boots were creasing against her wiggling toes. they were the part he was most excited to swallow ; his prize at the end of the journey.
The Cat's Stroll 21
If his master knew that he allowed the third young master to do such manual work, he would be beaten so badly that he would swell like a ball, and his charming creases would disappear.
What's the Problem?
It was such a thorough lashing that lars felt as if every wrinkle and crease in the pucker were being doted upon. his smile twisted up big and dumb and the flesh of his cock throbbed.
Chapter 73 - Meeting of the Minds
Small beads of red began to form around the creases of her mouth as the creature continued to stretch her mouth wider.
Reaver - Chapter 1. Chance Opportunity
As he looked over at the female again he was startled to find her glaring at him, fangs slightly bared and a look of pure murder creasing her lips.
Turgid Espionage Action Part 1 (BBW, Exercise, Bondage)
It was as if her waist was a handle, where you would dig a thumb into the crease below her sideboob and your other four digits into the crease above her waist. and if you shook it--well, it would look like lucy did right now, jogging on the treadmill.
The Legacy of the Seers: Hunter: The Meridian Chronicles: Episode 2: Journey to A Strange New World: Part 2 of 3: Captured...!
Hunter's face creased in a ugly grin as he shook his head, his spotted mane flowing in the cold breeze. "no!! not until you answer my questions." hunter hissed.
Belleton, Chapter Seven
Turick stared unblinkingly at the rabbit's butt, at the crease between those clenching cheeks, just past the frantically spasming tuft of tail.
Gross Misconduct.
Gritting his teeth and rubbing his creasing brows in frustration and realization, "left it in the _damn_kitchen... _again_." he cursed, airing his frustration clearly.
The Local Hotspot
Brack replied, just as, with a gratifying pop, the free horse testicle burst past the panther's abdominal crease and into his stomach cavity.