Locker Room Raid
A damp piece of fabric slapped against his hand, and he remembered the stolen shirt he was still wearing. moving his arms to shrug it off, he happened to look down. his eyes widened in surprise.
Plushed
My friend slowly slid my head off my cock during mid orgasm and let the damp stuffing spray me in the face. it wasn't dirty, or sticky, just damp stuffing. easier to clean up the mess apparently.
Breaking a Rebel [COM]
The potent scent of his piss struck at the same time as the damp spray splashed against his cheek. the rodent rocked back and forth, letting his golden arc cascade all over the prisoner's face.
Memory and Desire
Now, the dampness on the sheets might be a problem. he felt vaguely horrified that she might think he had wet the bed.
Caught Without Consequences
He pressed his face against them and drew his tongue over the soft, slightly damp fur. the toes clenched around his toes, making the taste even stronger.
Hunger (for the ass) Pangs
The issue at hand, though, was the center of that mess of damp fur. see, pangoro's is one of those assholes that just isn't done justice by the term "hole".
Giving In (Letting Go Part 3)
The once pure fabric was now damp and surely quite yellowed by his many small spurts of urine. he felt it pass through the stretched cotton and trickle down his thighs. his face flush with shame.
Pay backs Bitch...
Grunting in surprise, as he discovered the hot damp slit that was all he had there now! "fuckin' hell's i've got a... a..." he choked in shock and disbelief. "a choochie!" a soft but masculine voice purred in delight.
Giving him what he wants...
As his rival's hot damp sex squished against his big blunt cock head! "she's waiting in the next room..." he admitted. "she... she's in heat... too."
My Human Mate
It tells me as it stands up and begins taking off its damp lower covering of clothes now as well.
Whispers in the Water
His pulse quickened as he crouched down, fingers grazing the damp earth. the hoofprints gnawed at him, stirring an unspoken dread mixed with curiosity.
Commish: A Surprise Transformation (chapter 4)
Her limbs worked before she'd told them to, tucking under her huge shoulders and bent hips and springing her forward and then around the corner with no sound other than the patter of leathery pawpads on damp concrete.