Tiger Tails: SissElixer
He just needed a new shirt. and then, as he passed a rack of multi-colored tight neon shirts, another idea popped into his head. why just buy one? after all, a girl needed some variety now and then, right?
The Transformation Games (part two)
One dick nipple ground out tenaciously, forcing my shirt to bow out more in the front, but i should never have expected my shirt to hold up for all that long, oh no.
Go Get Grrgle'd
Could have been the shirts they sold at the downtown department store. the zorua tugged at the bottom of his shirt.
Collars and Callories 02
The cat plucked shirt after shirt and spread them across his front, only to find them lacking. at best, they hugged his rolling frame like a gym top, and at worst left nothing to the imagination.
Kitai's hope
My paws clung to the last remaining bits of shirt that hung on my furry body. by the feeling in my back i probably had scratches to go along with the tears through the shirt. the money i had earned would easily feed me for a week.
Her Best Act (Commission)
A rip now ran through the collar of her shirt and over her expansive bust, showing a long strip of cleavage barely hidden by the ruined shirt. her slender waist peeked out beneath the shirt, only highlighting the swell of her hips.
Sydney's Morning Run 01
She tried pulling her shirt over it, but that just caused an obvious bulge in the same place. it even tented her shirt enough to expose part of her shaft. sydney tried forcing the shaft every which way under her shirt.
Curiosity
He started to fold the shirt up, but then held it out to the goat. it sniffed and snorted once, then bleated at him. giving a shrug, bradley dropped the shirt on the ground next to him. "so, you aren't hungry?"
The Tiger and the Taxi
Jeez, half of his shirt was open, the top buttons missing. randall couldn't believe what was pulling the shirt apart. the tiger's enormous chest was a real attention getter. there were no way those massive mounds could exist.
Welcome to Heat Street: C7 - Function and Form
Once elliot was bare from the waist up, ravian stepped forward with the slate-blue linen shirt. he didn't hand it over. “arms," he commanded, holding the shirt open. elliot stepped forward and let the fabric slide over his skin.
Fast Food Vol.2 - By Danath
He rubbed at the buttons on his shirt, above his pecs. was the shirt always so tight? maybe he'd put on more muscle at the gym than he'd thought. the shirt felt even tighter a few moments later.
Beginnings
Take off your shirt," i said and headed tword the kitchen. "w-what?" he replied from the living room. "take your shirt off," i repeated, taking a plastic bag and filling it with ice.