Happy Birthday My Silly Roo
Nate nodded and thanked the corgi woman as she left to go fetch the dog tags and chain, pulling out his graduation ring nate smiled softly as he knew what else he was going to give to his mate; but soon nate was pulled out of his little day dream as the corgi
To Seduce a Predator - Keith the Weasel
The corgi pup pressed his muzzle against the thin cloth of the older fur's underwear, wetting it with his nose and sniffing him over.
Paw 3
The corgi smiled and laughed amusedely at the crying sissified fox servicing his member, reaching over to pet kerry like he were the corgi's pet.
Waiting for Master
It hit both ass cheeks, then the tight pucker under the tail, getting a small yelp from the corgi, before the hound found his mark.
The O-Zone
The corgi's legs clamped down around the otter's face.
Pawzer's Uprising
I was once a regular corgi pup, about six months ago i was taken in by a science lab. they decided they would use me for their science experiments.
FL: A Master's Birthday Gift
He sat up in shock in time to cry out with a slow swipe of the corgi's tongue across a new female slit that was soaked with her arousal.
At the Moutain Pass
#45 of commissions story for azil31 starring a cute chubby corgi gal and one of his buddies. nanna breathed out a relieved sigh when she finally saw town. the corgi's legs were aching from days on the roads.
Take Your Dog To Work Day
It's take your dog to work day, and pyre's owner has made sure he's diapered up so he won't have to take the corgi for a walk in the middle of the day.
No Names.
Before long, the girl's hips were moving, rocking firmly against the corgi, grinding her ass against the slowly swelling bulge in his crotch.
What's this?
The corgi looked away and smiled to himself. he came back. "if you could just get this over with... i have a job to do." he began to unbutton his cardigan, shifting anxiously in his chair. "and, incidentally, so do you."
The Halloween Party
"let's play a game," the corgi quickly changed the subject, resting his elbows on the desk. "a game? sure." dirk agreed, inching closer to sam. "what kind of game?" the corgi pointed to a small, closed wooden box covered in knicks and scratches.