Backstreet Brothers

“ain’t getting it out without a little elbow grease.” “ain’t got the fucking elbows for that, grease-ass,” the crow woman muttered, shaking her head and tossing the rag to the ground. “christ. it’s good enough.

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Kinktober 2023 - Fontyena

The constant, dank moisture, the skin itself, the thin coating of foul clinging grease, all kept drak at the peak of sensitivity.

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The Meat Market pt 2

Hugo watched as the tiger took hold of a nightstick and greased it up.

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Peaks

The coyote uncapped the little bottle of lube that he carried everywhere ("hey, it's cheaper than grease and you never know when you might need something greased" was his usual excuse), spread some on his finger, and gently smeared it on his climbing partner's

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Brawler

The troll fat melting from the friction of movement, growing smoother and slicker as that big cock smeared that grease around.

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Rainy day visit...

Pushing that cock head against the struggling felines well greased asshole, anders mewling and squealing loudly making the watching crowd applaud loudly. "fucking hell!"

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Smooched

Its cock looked the worst off of every limb, the fat, synthetic appendage covered in a rancid layer of smegma and grease.

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Middle of Nowhere

He could hear the faint chatter around him as he read, drawing his attention slightly away from deciding what grease-laden attempt at food he 'wanted'.

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Party game...

Dipping one finger into a jar of grease, dunlup slipped that hand under the noble young stallion's tail. rubbing the grease around that concealed doughnut, even as the young noble horse grunted and moaned softly. "wait... wait... wha..."

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Gina's Pit Stop

Swallowing hard, charlene reached back and took hold of his buttocks, spreading himself as she sank herself into him until her balls pressed through the denim of her jeans against the grease-smeared cleft of his ass.

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Chapter 5: Learning to Yield

He saw tyne slip something from his hip bag: a small leather pouch that smelled, kilyan realized, like grease from meat fat. and suddenly, tyne was dipping his fingers in this grease and rubbing it all over his own cock! kilyan groaned inwardly.

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