Vale's First Brood - Part 2
All that need, all that desire was finally going to be fulfilled by the lion, his muzzle smeared with that oily black lubricant.
To Settle A Dispute
He kept licking and sucking on the tip, swallowing gritty and oily pre that had a slightly bitter taste, though it was oddly not unpleasant for something bitter.
Control Issues pt 2
Sig looked down at himself, all slimy and coated in oily smears of eco, his stroking hand having smeared his pubes down with black sludge. he was gonna have to take another shower.
Dip Stick Dobie Bros Crank It Up
A cloud of musk followed the big canine around, partially overcoming the lingering oiliness that felt heavy enough that kevin wondered whether he would reek of machine shop even after leaving the place.
Deer Lust
His heart hammered and he snorted wetly at the reek of urine but there was something more there still, a thickening, oily substance that coated his tongue and clung to every nook and crevice in his mouth.
Imposing On Her
The thick cock spreading her was making her shudder and moan, the inky and oily pre gushing into her and smearing all over her was warming her in a way that she’d never felt before yet somehow viscerally craved.
When you get that age
He returned to johnny and lubricated his ass hole, while covering his own dick in the oily lotion. he then placed his own dick at the boy's entrance. "this is called a 'fuck', johnny. and it can get pretty rough." dukey warned.
The Mist
Mitch looked down and all he could see was stained, greasy, oily yellowed and black fur, round and thick and huge.
The Unexpected Duties of a Dragon Slave, Chapter One
The tendril-like frills quivered and writhed with life of their own as the oily beast lashed his tail against the ground and snapped at the air.
"Always Near My Dear"
A slight bit oily, but otherwise soft as my own hair. and marveled by his fur, and mastered by my disorientation, i did not immediately notice what hung so tantalizingly close to my face: his sheath.
Not-So-Clean Break [Commission]
Or, rather, the oily wisps of hot air curling thickly from a stagnant swamp.
Arachnogon Encounter
You feel your rump start to tug around the arachnogon's oily egglayer, and your cock jerks with a sympathetic throb at the withdraw. "_how... how many eggs are we talking?_" you manage to pant.