A Heroine's Fall
Her legs had been unbound to allow better access, and to provide a canvas. she wasn't in any shape to fight anyone right now anyways. one brave man was first, walking right up and grabbing her tits roughly.
Uncomfortably Happy [5]
Danny admitted that the dragon sitting hunched over in front of the canvas with a tiny brush did seem a bit comical. "so... how's the splatter paint going?" danny asked, walking up to the dragon.
Fangs
He finally managed to pull himself out from under the heavy canvas and blinked as he saw one of the men running past towards the trees followed by a sight that turned his blood cold.
Getting Familiar
Isaiah can't help but grin, hisface hidden behind his canvas. _he's blushing!_ dark, wispy lines appear on the canvas, isaiah striking his brush with cautious confidence.
Running away to the Circus
The canvas settled in on all sides blocking off his view of the other hands he'd briefly glimpsed who were guiding the rope down.
Eight Days at Renzyl's: Day Four
In front of him was a huge canvas painting that depicted some sort of ancient battle as a group of lizardmen and a group of dog creatures fought each other barehanded.
Ricky vs Kisari 2 [Erotic 10-Count Match]
Ricky took a moment to catch his breath, slowly sliding himself out of the wolf with his cum dripping onto the canvas. he then rested his paws on kisari's gripping the ropes. "so...how was...that...cutie?"
Chapter 4: A Flash of Lightning
* * * the canvas of the tent bulged obscenely under the momentum of the air, making the already small space feel claustrophobic.
The End
The whole sense of art; a flood of nostalgic letters or stains on the canvas. who is it for? i have a strange deja vu.
Adjustments
He actually panted as he swirled paints about his canvas. it was almost two weeks into september and it still felt like july, even if the leaves were falling around the tiny and quiet town of cavalier.
Ricky vs Seon [Sparring Match]
Blood dripped onto the canvas as his head faced downward, trying to process what the leopard had in mind while distracted by the searing headache. he grabbed at the leopard but soon found himself getting powerbombed.
Enthusiastic
It was slightly quieter in the hall, and even moreso in the shaded nook, with the black canvas covering the walls serving to deaden the sound slightly-- enough that she could hear the gryphon's fast panting, and her own.