The Art of Changing Dreams
Cold spittle was left on her face and feet . . . oh god her feet were misshapen cylinders with heavy ivory nails, her ham hands were easily larger than her head, and she could see her gray upturned nose in the bottom of her vision, nostrils flaring as she
It Runs in the Blood (Commision)
You might wanna stop--" \*brrrrraaaaapppppp\* i belched long and hard as my gut squeezed through the open buttons of my shirt, my spittle soaking the table as my belch blew across the tablecloth.
The Band Tee
Her tongue lolled in her muzzle, spittle and drool fell off of her pouting lips as she fingered her dripping snatch. yet the harder she bucked, the more she clamped down on her own fingers, the more rylie realized she needed something more.
Letting It All Go
As he moaned, his mouth hung open and slack, a little bit of spittle drooling off of william's bottom lip. his normally neat blonde hair was now all astray from the sheer force of the lion's lovemaking, making the squirrel look like he had just woken up.
Part I - The Appetizer
Grylor's pink muzzle lips quivered, some of the lipstick had already smeared off into the ripped sheets in a small puddle of spittle. "subsisto" two skins froze for a moment, caught off guard.
A Gryphon's Meal
Awkwardly he twisted his torso to see the slick tongue fishing around his balls, his entire waist, groin and upturned ass totally gooed; webbed with strands of spittle.
The Centaur and I
He lowered his human-like torso with a dirty smirk, pursing his lips and letting a clear droplet of spittle roll down. i gasped as it splashed against my stiffened member, pulsing at full attention.
Fangs - A Second Person Smut Story
As that scalloped cocktip humped against your entrance, he started to hump and whine desperately, occasionally lashing out with a snarl and sending droplets of spittle out over your face.
More Than He Bargained For
The spittle had been enough to lube him up, surprisingly, and the pre-cum oozing from the end of his member aided his thrusts. "tight little bitch...!"
The Arcade Arena (Gift for StuffedBra)
The bronzed slugger slammed the zebra's slackened jaw shut with a hard uppercut, sending a spray of spittle up into the air, damned near tearing his head off.
A Monster I'd Like to...
She asked, shutting her mouth as i trembled, my face sprayed with wolf spittle. "see, at first, i was a little scared you wouldn't..." she tugged my zipper down, tail perked, pressing her nipples against my shirt.
Salt and Flame
The subtle taste of dog breath now boiled in its unfamiliar home as wolf spittle dribbled down against whimper's palate, making him thrash in disgust. a sharp growl quieted his complaint, forcing him to endure the lewd sensation.