The Persistent Dragon: Ending and Epilogue
And—" "boy, don't push it," desmond growled. "but—" he sighed. "you're right. i'm sorry." jacob rushed into his father's arms and hugged him tight. "i needed that. more than you know." desmond returned the hug.
Thickpussy
He pushed his pert bottom back into desmond's face and whined, "oh, gawd, lick me, desmond. lick me like i'm candy." as desmond snacked on sige, sige curved his feline back so that he could gaze upon desmond's enormous vulva.
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.
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.
Secret Sniff
desmond had something xiao wanted desperately. unlike any good drug dealer, desmond offered up his wares for free.
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.
Gold November Rain Part II (OLD)
desmond gave ember a shove, forcing him to walk, but not far. they stopped at the sofa, where desmond sat.
Invasion of the Hypnosnakes! (Chapter 1)
desmond sighed, drew his friend into a hug, and kept an ear out for anything potentially slithering in. aiden had always been such a low-stress guy. just how he'd made his way to management was beyond desmond.
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.
Night of the Mare
This desmond outright confirmed one evening in a drawn-out and tentative phone call, and tellingly, desmond then invited tib to come out to the stables he tended that saturday night. how could the wolf refuse?
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.
The Sleepover
desmond said without looking up from casper's homework. "but desmond..." jericho whined. " no buts little mister or you are going home." desmond rebuffed firmly. jericho huffed loudly but did not argue anymore.