Taken By A Monster Part 2
I heard him chuckling over me, as he continued running his tongue across my thighs, licking my torn muscles, lapping at the blood i could still feel trickling warmly down my legs.
Deflowered Among the Bleachers
Her pussy red and swollen, torn in some spots because of the knot. that was the most painful. she could barely move her legs; but forced herself up.
Feral Instinct
The hide upon his phalluses were covered in the same sandpaper scales as the rest of him, only the very tips were free of them; pink, oozing, vulnerable and buried to the hilt in her torn sex.
Orcish Delight
His orange shirt hung around his chest in torn rags, the shaking of his bulging muscles moving them steady off his frame towards the floor. his jeans fell into a messy heap at his bare feet and torn shoes.
The Contract
She howled in pain as she felt as if she would be torn apart, and still the eyes stared and mocked her. from no where something lashed out at her, striking her side.
Retraining
Eyes closed he didn't see kalen get a camera out of the bag and start recording focusing first on his face then his torn and streached cunt. "now then, tell me your name." "a-adrian marks...." "who am i?" "...m-my master...."
The Labyrinth Ch. 02 [Story / TF / TG / Cow Woman / Lactation]
Muscles unused and still tight felt torn by the male. she wanted to scream as tiny knives tore inside of her but the pure pleasure of it was too much.
Love and Lycanthropy - Chapter 5
I moved towards it and saw some torn clothing on the ground. there was a small pair of shoes, one on its side and the other half torn and bloody. my heart sank as i noticed they were small enough to belong to a child.
Home Is All We Have Left
Soon the ship began to explode and torn in half. the legion pressed forward beginning to open fire on the victory. the legion cannons were ruthless as they torn projectiles into the hull of the victory.
The Casebook of Dr. Exeter, Chapter Three
"torn!", he said quietly. "i was torn from my body. like a chicken from its shell or an eye from its orbit" "-and i was lost. my soul was without a home and if i had not loved you so, i wouldn't have known where to go" he now cried.
Stop
Gars flipped a switch by the door as dim light flooded the basement, growing slightly brighter as the old lamp socketed in the ceiling struggled to light up the old torn down basement.
Closet Love Chapter 1
Everything was either broken or torn. nothing was salvageable. i saw my journal torn in two, laying open on the wet driveway. when i picked it up and read what page it was on, i knew exactly why my parents were acting insane.