The New Face of Old Pains
The foxcoon offered his demure paw and as saki took it, he cooed, "i'm desmond. nice to meet you." "hi, desmond," saki said, somewhat dreamily. "you have nice hair." desmond snickered. "thanks, i know.
The Visitor
"oh," the fox yipped, "i'm desmond." "okay, thank you once again, desmond." the fox gave him an unsteady smile. "welcome." desmond let out a heavy sigh when vas departed from his sight.
Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy: Chapter 7
"goodnight, desmond," the vixen purred. "sleep tight." --6 it was almost 10 am before desmond woke up.
Whatever It Takes (OLD)
"go ahead, desmond. this is for us - for our family. you enjoy yourself." anna expected - and maybe hoped - that desmond might still hesitate, but he did no such thing.
That Warm, Moist Summer Breeze
Easing back, desmond gave summer breeze's loins one more glance before he pulled away completely. desmond found a crate nearby.
Surviving the Night
"oh, but desmond, what if my fancy is to see your eyeless sockets gaping up at me?" he touched the point to desmond's cheek and drew a bead of blood; desmond closed his eyes and exhaled.
Middle Keeps Changing
It clenched down and desmond gasped against christine's shaft. "save some tongue for me," christine said, watching around desmond with a sly smile. "got enough for both of you and then some," sadie growled into desmond's ass.
New Life Blues (OLD)
desmond momentarily resisted, yet the dragon shot him a warning glare - and desmond promptly walked with him. home was a surprisingly pleasant and clean place - whatever he did, the dragon lived well, far from the ghettos that desmond haunted.
Spoils of Conquest
He cooed as gently as was possible, "desmond, you must relax... please, desmond, you are making it worse for yourself..." "too big," desmond shuddered, his eye rolling back and his teeth gnashing.
Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy: Chapter 8
He stepped into the threshold of desmond's workroom-slash-dorm, knocking on the open door. "hello, desmond. mind if i come in?" desmond turned his head, looked at him, and somehow resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Sunny's Seat
#82 of pokemon and yet another story where yet another desmond smells yet another sweaty butthole. god, what it is with desmond and sniffing ass? i'm pretty sure desmond has snorted more ass than kahnso has snorted cocaine.
That Warm, Moist Summer Breeze Part II
As jack bottomed out in the mare, desmond scooted up behind and hugged him around the legs. jack grunted but petted desmond's head. "what are you doing back there?" "enjoying myself," desmond shrugged.