Vivid Dreams Pt. 1 - Garden
She wobbled a bit, feeling the two large things pinned to her chest weave and bob with her movements. god, was the floor such a long ways down before? she half walked, half staggered to the bathroom, her limbs feeling longer, uncomfortable.
The Last Hydra
Her heads bobbed and weaved anxiously, excitement lacing through the crowd, her cloaca seeming to clench and pulse, arousal growing on the very precipice of breeding lust.
Pt 1 - The Druid's Table
It took him a few minutes to see what she was doing, but soon the light above darkened, and he watched small vines closing together, weaving into a roof above his head, while more made walls, weaving a little shelter in the clearing.
Pokémon: Darkest Taboo, Pt73
**“weavile…weav….vile vile!”** [hmph! i loosened it for you!]
The Wolf in the Web
"drink up," she said, as she continued her weaving. conrad retrieved the cup and did so. it tasted sweet and spicy, and warmed him up inside.
The Socks
They were so finely made that he couldn't even see the weave of the fabric, just a solid plane of what he assumed was a spandex nylon blend.
Ignoring the Signs - Teaser
That voice came from nick, who punched his fist into his left hand, quickly weaving his fingers into a few intricate shapes, before posing. it looked ridiculous on a medium sized feline like him.
City of Light: Chapter 31
In the depths of his being, he invoked the ancient essence of the tree, weaving a protective spell that emerged as an extension of his very soul.
Territorial Takeover
And the white weave seemed to concentrate around the dragon and then… between his legs. right around those low-hanging and leathery testicles, red and plump like ripe fruits. “but i will not fight.
Post-interview Pleasures
Reclining back into the surprisingly comfortable cane-weave chair that was set up next to alison, kaytlyn nodded in agreement and resigned herself to silence as alison cleared her throat and started.
On the tip of the tongue
The tip of his taster writhed in the ever-loosening grasp of arthur’s hole, gradually weaving its way deeper and deeper into the uncharted territory of the long-toothed cat’s colon.
Polar Opposite
He leaned back upright, pulling himself with his tail, and flexed anew, causing his massive dong to wiggle and weave as his pelt rippled over his massive body.