Quinn's Farm: Chapter 3 - The Morning After
"hmm, you get morning wood?" quinn chuckled as he nuzzled jack back. "morning wood? oh well it has something to do about having someone cute to wake up next to."
Quinn's Farm - Chapter 3, The Morning After
"hmm, you get morning wood?" quinn chuckled as he nuzzled jack back. "morning wood? oh well it has something to do about having someone cute to wake up next to."
Retiring a bitch
"...dealing with a little morning wood, fred?" "this morning and almost every other."
the bosses mare PT3
Sound of my phone woke me i yawned my morning wood was there i smiled as i left it i then got dressed and fed the horses i left blaze till last.
Practically Twins: Part 3
He actually had morning wood himself, though he didn't realize it hadn't perked up until he'd smelled michael's cock. it was just morning wood, after all. nothing special.
Crushing on the Panthers 2
Not helping his morning wood in the slightest, either, he had to admit. “when did you wake up?" he asked, yawning. “huh?" the panther turned, smiling. “heh, and here i thought you'd sleep until noon."
Please Boston... Ch 1
The wolf's breath was heavy, his thoughts hazy because all the blood in his eighteen year old body was rushing to the hard morning wood between his legs, his red rocket already drooling pre. he was naked of course. but no one was going to walk up on him.
Night of the Weredonk Part 3!
The hot blooded youth felt a stirring in his groin and he smiled, it looked like his morning wood really needed to be taken care of, so he pulled back the covers and was suddenly met with an
Cumdump Pup's Con
The morning continued this way, random furs show up with their morning wood, cumming in/on me, and either take off or stick around for more rounds. by noon i had taken countless loads and my poor suit was sticky with cum and matted.
Streaming for Pleasurable Profit
Not completely flaccid, to be fair, but softer than usual for morning wood. he blinked, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the weak shaft. "the hell..."
Cursed bed
With an annoyed grunt, he reached down to take care of his morning wood. or at least he tried. his body wouldn't pay attention to the commands he was giving it.
The Guardian's Chosen
A tremor ran down antonio's spine, and his morning wood throbbed as relentless as ever within his shorts. he tried not to let his mind wander. he fought not to sexualise these demigoddess' powerful bodies during this sacred ritual.