Smelling Buck Wild
The weasel was in his own little world now, closing his eyes as he relaxed further and just enjoyed the sensation. the weasel had always been one to enjoy a good session of self-care.
Of Warlords and Pleasures: Ferahgo the Assassin
The young weasel grinned back, his heart thudding against his chest with anticipation. the warlord pulled klitch into a hug, and the younger weasel returned it, feeling something rubbing along his thigh.
Top Percentage Lucario: Mienshao
Gage just laid there, gasping and groaning as his sensitive sack was assaulted by the weasel.
Generous Contributions
Not long after he turned in his form, david was invited into the back room by a young weasel nurse speaking quietly. she addressed him as _mr. vicente,_ his preferred salutation.
From the Streets to my heart
This weasel was so in need of a good punching but i wasn't in the mood for getting into a fight. "keep the coat." i said to the rabbit as i stood upright and snarled down at the weasel and walked towards my home.
Transformation Story: A Classifying Initiation
_ kneeling naked in front of the weasel head of the fraternity chapter, the elephant really struggled to keep his hands at his sides.
They Cheat
Tom looked up to the weasel. "cause you're..." "bigger than him, right?" "yes..." "his dick doesn't fill you up quite like mine, does it?" "no..." the weasel leaned in close to tom's ear.
Kazu's New Job
His cheeks flushed bright red as the weasel scoffed.
Carrot Greens
Looking to his right, he then snarled back at the weasel, intimidating the mustelid into slowing his pace.
The Mystic Sands | Chapter 1
Edwin gave his would-be rival one more glance as the hansom lurched forwards and left the tiny, weeping weasel far behind.
Chapter 11 “The butterfly effect”
The weasel kept yelling, slamming the chessboard from the table and onto the ground. the old lynx had never seen calvin this outraged. the weasel was going insane. "i trusted you to do this one thing!
How It Goes Epilogue - The Bright End of Nowhere
The kitchen door opens again and he glances over at the weasel. between walt's hands is a wet towel. cecil gets no say before the weasel places the scalding hot cloth on his rear. "ow," cecil whimpers.