Things Progress
Gracing his shapely legs, up to the thighs a pair of black satin stocking...outlining each delicate curve of his leg.
Mismur, The Altdorf Skaven Whore
Shaking herself awake and massaging her now hoarse throat, mismur stretched and dressed herself, thumbing through a few revealing satin outfits designed by well-paid human tailors.
A Real Queen
She set out the delicate satin panties and then headed out of the store, leaving towards her destination before mark had even arrived to this one to find what she'd left behind.
A Fox In Socks
The satin bra was surprisingly warm on her breasts when she slid her arms through the straps. she reached back to hook herself on the second row of hooks and then looked down with her hands on her thighs.
The Devil's Love: The Prologue
A son of satin you have bore me!" he stomped over to the doctor and plucked me from his arms by my scruff. a raspy whimper cracked out of my muzzle.
The Prince and the Dragon
I sigh as i finally finish toweling myself off and slip on my satin robes. i open the door to the bathing room and step into the chilled hall with a shiver running up my spine from the ice cold stone floors. so many things here were stone, why is that?
One Fun Night with Audrey my Coati
Don't fall asleep, audrey isn't tired...yet | | i lay in bed covered in pink satin sheets and pillows next to my mate and lover audrey, a white-nosed coatimundi, my south american beauty.
The Scent of Man (M/M)
He wore a red and black satin boxer's robe, a black leather jockstrap, and a pair of glistening knee-high riding boots. he gripped at his bulge as he leaned back draped against the sofa.
A night to remember
Chase won the race to the room but was quickly pushed onto the red satin sheeted bed and pinned by dylan. the kissing began once again, consuming time as the night passed by the star-crossed lovers.
COMMISSION FARMING ARTISTS
He pushed herself upright, the smooth satin of his lingerie shifted against his extremely soft and thin fur.
Story Time: Are You Being Attended?
She raised her freed pad, slow and sensual, grinding her satin-clad calf along the feline's own.
Harem Tales: Rinn's Story
Without waiting for me to answer, he continued, "lace or satin, hmm?"