The Gift
The deer got to work with his tongue, practised actions completely soaking the stallion's pulsing flare. the sounds of licking, sucking and lip-smacking drifted around the room.
Cheating with Her Pokemon
It may have been a strange position for her to take but it was the one in which it was easiest to hide her mussed up fur, paws smoothing it down with practised ease: no one would ever have to know what she'd done.
Writing practise #1 - Cold night
_I was listening to some music and wanted to try to capture a certain emotion in writing. This is also a test to see, how well I can write stories in English directly. I'd appreciate any feedback. The text is intentionally short and given without...
Health spa, a Tina story
Asked the greyhound in her same much practised polite tone. "certainly will you two please follow me." both tina and ray follow the assistant down a brightly lit hallway.
Camping Concequences - Short -
With well-practised ease, he lowered his muzzle, his tongue curling as he tenderly rubbed the penile head against the bony ridges of his mouth.
Something Different
He took out a diaper, unfolding the thick padding on the bed and sitting down to thread his tail through the hole before lying back and taping it up with a practised hand. "are you alright hun?" louis echoed from the hall. "just coming..."
Nothing But Net...And Sex
Then, supporting his weight with his unlubed paw, he reached back and began to rub in the cold, clear gel, smearing it around his tailhole in a practised fashion.
Heat in the stable
As he thrust himself into her with practised ease and she let out a low moan of pleasure, the sound reverberating around the stable.
A Simple Office Job
With practised ease the lithe fox unbuttoned and unzipped the stallion in near silence, his naked body trembling as he heard the powerful horse's fingertips drumming impatiently upon the desk above.
A Team Effort
So near to the point of no return, and with willow's smooth hands and familiar, oh so practised touch driving him that much closer...
The Fantastic Mr. Fuckfic
Not that kris wasn't trying to prove anything by practising topless - he just sweated less that way. ash: see? it says you're not a jerk. kris: i know, i'm a dumbcuss. i give up.
Bred at the Gloryhole
Bending over, she wiggled the bench into place so that she could rest a knee on it, though she was practised enough that it was no trouble at all for her to sink back onto his pale blue cock.