A Morning Walk
She felt a little strange as she brushed her teeth, like something was just sort of off, though she couldn't quite place it.
Kayla: Ninne's Christmas
With brush in claw and target located on her daughter's brown scaly self, she focused herself for this, as she too has to endure even doing something this harsh. "here i go ninne..", ki'rene said as fair warning, raising the harsh drakonian brush.
The Prisoner's Punishment
Maxwell then stopped brushing pyro's feet, but then placed the brush on his underbelly. "oh no..." pyro said. "oh yes..." maxwell said back, brushing up and down pyro's underbelly. "oh nooo!!"
The Stallion and the Djinn
It made every small brush against him a treat and torture until the meal was done and they were able to settle down beside the fire. he settled close beside her, nearly brushing against the line of her body with his own.
Broodmare
The jack unbuttoned her shirt slowly as his muzzle worked along her upper chest lightly before lowering to brush the rise of her breast.
Extreme Costuming
A couple of times her hand brushed against the inside of his thighs and when it did it felt as though there was really fur there being brushed aside.
Potion: Dewclaws
His boy quivered, his eyes swimming with sparks of light as the claws curled up and brushed lightly along his orbs.
Roll Them Dice
But the experience itself was no different than, say, brushing his teeth or clipping his nails. when someone else did it though... _holy hell!_ the brush worked its way slowly across his thigh, sending electric tingles right up his spine.
Top and Bottom
The anticipation nearly made her restless until a warm and wet appendage brushed over her sex gently. "mmm." she hummed suggestively for him to continue.
Between Warm Sheets
"mhhhh.", gaea moaned, moving her butt lower, feeling his full shape brushing against her underwear.
Payment
The dragon's tail brushed lightly against her stomach and chest, the tip twitching against her nipples. near its base the tail brushed over her clit irregularly. she was painting, she realized, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Joy of Johanna
Desmond brought around the thick brush of his tail and embraced it. he looked to johanna like a small child with a teddy bear. "she brushes it and helps me curl it," he explained. "and she taught me how to braid it."