Touching hidden places (DU Easter Edition 5:4)
As for the sea salt, who doesn't love sea salt? next i plunged my face against the side of his cock, kissing just next to his sensitive cock. i allowed one hand to dangle over his leg, the other stroked him with fingers. "fuck..."
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She was sea-foam personified, ever moving, soft and rolling, pleasing to every sense of himself. he longed for the salt of her lips on his tongue.
TGJ #2, The Goat of Stone Point
For my part, this involved hauling carts of sea-water laden barrels at high tide and scraping the spent salt from inside the stills. it was work that was far more grueling than any i'd done on the farm in my months there.
Aello CH 2 -- Love Grows
Fortunately, the ocean water weighed him down only slightly, and it didn't take long for the excess to turn into crystals of salt that fluffed off his feathers.
The Siren Experiment - Chapter 02 Clipper
The keening shriek of salted crusted metal set theodore's teeth against one another--and several loud swears from the harborbeasts nearby echoed his thoughts.
With These Broken Wings: Chapter 2
Bitter salt water choked the drake's throat as his slow mind came to feel the aches and pains of his wretched body.
Lust in the Surf
salt lingered on her lips as she hopped off the board with a splash, wet through with the ankle bad keeping her connected to the board in case of any unscheduled dismounts from the ride.
Shackford Banks Trip
Leeanna would dive in after tessa the salt water feeling great on both their furs. leeanna would surface first shaking her head and rubbing at her eyes.
Beware of Cougars!!
So even if lady may with a throw salt water on to stars wounds before they close they would still heal. just as lady may reaches her count of 40, star wet himself and passes out.
Nargo, anthro description
A bit of the salt water entered his mouth, and he tasted the salty bitterness of it. he spat, but smiled, loving being in the water, his fur dripping wet already.
Shadow of Life part 2
He need now only drop into the water and let the sweat salt wash away his pain. the waves run softy onto the sands, the sounds of water on rock mutes every other sound. the ocean is so brightly gray.
The Stag and the Ocean
Now, the wind, the sea salt, these rugged rocks. then, i heard a name. now, i hear my name... \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* \* that day. was the word "perfect" ever accurate enough?