A Vixen's confession; another Gray Muzzle story
Nbsp; a vixen's confession another gray muzzle
Hawthorne University - Part VI
Akinno moaned softly through the muzzle of the suit, his speech completely restricted by the latex muzzle and gag inside of his mouth. "poor thing, can't even speak anymore."
War of the Tribes Part Two Something's Amiss
Only then he notices that he's wearing a pink muzzle that wraps all the way around his snoot, only revealing his nose and hiding everything else underneath pink fabric. he can't help but blush at the colour. "naww, look at you, blushing already.
Fractured Memories Part 1
One of sumar's long then hands finds my face, she grips me by the back of the head and forces me to lean into her, her mouth opens, her muzzle parts, her fangs wrap around my lips, she kisses me with a depth and passion i would never have expected.
Russian It? Chapter 3
That smile was all that it took. Exile peeled off his gloves and started to feel me up, his hands sliding up and down my skin. He was nervous, I could tell. And so was I. But I wanted this, and I could tell that he did, too; but he was going to be...
Fates of the Unicorns 58 - Need
In the meantime, her muzzle was soaked in the horrible stuff, her nose caked in it.
Dreams of Refugium: Part Three
Lapis removed the chocks from his muzzle and closed the muzzle tightly around it, buckling it shut and bringing geren's teeth together almost painfully.
Wolvesbane -Part 4-
Valerie understood it, whining elatedly as she brought her forepaws back over his shoulders and pulled peter closer, licking his unfinished fleshy muzzle.
Cub Tales: A Prince and His Slave Remastered
"that's a good boy" the cub grabbed a muzzle restraint from the floor and placed it over the fox's muzzle and pulled hard. it didn't hurt the fox it just kept him from opening his muzzle.
Honeymoon Part 3: Taken
"not to the point that you almost came while i was in your muzzle, hm?"
A Fox and a Whole Bar part 2
No pain came, instead he felt a warm hand underneath his muzzle, only two fingers guiding his muzzle back to center and a slow up.
Perilous Peak
Her ebony fleshed slit was right at face level of silver, the moist scent rolling off the sides of his muzzle.