The Prodigy
He wiped his forehead with the sleeve and ran his hands through his short hair as he turned around to walk on stage. it was time for the performance.
Thin Ties: Pt. I
She tossed her short hair out of her face, frowned at him. "you think i'm not sexy enough?" "i didn't say that. i just didn't know you could be this... this dirty. fuck." "i'll show you dirty, mister."
Nowhere Hotel: the frist floor
He is a small greasy looking man with short hair and big teeth. his skin has a blue hew to it and his lips are starting to tun black. i get the feeling this man is sick in all kinds of ways.
The Ritual
A short haired, young, elven maiden was held up by a pair of brutish green-skins, fucking both of her lower holes.
Not So Retired Any More IX
She certainly had an athlete's build, and it made her look almost under-age, though the short hair reminded him she had a military background.
Good girl, Bad dog
He grabbed a hand-full of her short hair. pumping his cock into her warm mouth. he held just the tip of his cock in her mouth. shayla sucked greedily at the tip, "more" she whispered "look at me.."
Claw-Taps In The Dark
Running my claws over the shin revealed subtle bumps of detail; the figure was sculpted for short hair or fur. just here and there, enough to make clear it was a coat up and down the leg.
Hellhounds Forever
The only reminder of her humanity now being her short hair which now grew out at a fast pace and taking on a gray color, a row of the hair growing all the way down to the tip of her tail finishing her transformation.
Teaser: The Show Must Go On
At least i wasn't a short-haired breed, or i'd have to choose between wearing stupid looking clothes or walking around with my junk showing all the time.
Cat Walk
The old woman's gravelly voice cooed as her boney fingers stroked down the back of the short haired cat as it yowled and rubbed against her. "you're just fine. there's no need to complain . . ." roscoe's cheeks flushed as she completely ignored him.
Best Way to Travel Pt.1
He was light grey and heavy bellied, with short hair no different in color to his furtone. he was in jeans and a plaid button up shirt that strained slightly to contain the large soft overhang of his stomach.
Terminal Entry
My hips are wide, my chest bounces, i have short hair... i'm the epitome of "pretty", and i know it. back to my story. i walked past the woman without saying anything. alex, however, waved to her and she waved back.