Domestic Dobies I - A Bent Over Christmas Special
"you're packing some good stuff there, wuffy," i smirked and tipped my nose to gesture at his junk. "you want to taste it, you're welcome," the dobie smirked. i groped his thigh and snuffled.
"Riding" Hood, Part 4
It was always their junk. but no human's junk had ever looked as cute to kara as hood's. she breathed down his ear, and hood seemed to [i]melt[/i] in her arms. “it's fine," she said. “i'm in heat. it's the scent."
A Winters Tale
The figure stirred in his arms, tail slipping between his legs and brushing over his swelling junk.
The Bad Sport... Konu needs a sparing pardner and a certain big overly proud and confident stallion steps in...
The big roan stallion squealed breathlessly as his legs scrambled trying to conceal his huge dangling junk! but it was an impossible task, those huge orbs were just to large and hung to low!
Pup's way out of a ticket
The sturdy canine grunted, leaning further against jay's window, pushing his junk against the doberman's nose. jay was unable to stop himself.
Porn-dora's Box
"junk....junk...bill...junk..." around 1pm, a burly yellow and brown striped tabby dressed in oiled up blue coveralls and a red cap was looking through the mail outside the auto service garage of the salvage yard.
Strip Poker
Dazel had junk with an eight high. robin also had junk with a seven high. ray had a three-of-a-kind with twos. surprisingly, kuyomi was not the first one to lose a life. instead, all eyes were on the sylveon as he once again rolled his eyes.
Quadruple The Fun
Upon trying to stand up, thunder found himself sporting a lot more junk in the trunk than last night. the dragon turned around, finding his lower torso had changed.
Socks and the Jocks
I said, wanting all the guys to go before i put my junk in there. (i loved sloppy seconds. or sloppy sixths. or whatever.) so scooter the cougar stepped up and pushed into the rabbit's slimy, loose hole, and banging it good.
Massagem na bexiga. Bladder massage.
How good would it be to let urine run through my urethra and soak up my diaper, leaving it warm and wet... then i would be able to rub my diaper on my junk and relax...
You know the wax rind they have on some varieties of aged cheese? That but it's a pun about furry smut
Hands couldn't be formed on his junk, so instead the latex squeezed especially tight and made him whine from the slight pain in his sack.
Teasing the Gryphon
And again the paw pulled forward, stuffing the gryphon's head deeper under his junk, closer to his taint.