A Visit to the Chiropractor
Stuffing the otter's webbed fingers underneath the paunch of his round stomach, he forced the mustelid's digits the press right into the heated, thick ridge of his furred sheath.
For a Reason
With all that extra padding and fluffy fur it was no wonder he didn't have to wear a scarf or anything, the mustelid thought.
Creative Unwrapping
The mustelid wasn't paying much attention to the screen, his eyes darting over to the big candy bucket on the couch between himself and his much larger friend.
Imaginary Monster, Friend Under the Bed
Pop affectionately licked across the mustelid's cheek again. tris murmured and pressed into the lick, eyes lidding, "y-you mean it?" "i've left my cute little dook alone alone for far too long as it is. grew into a cute big dook."
Jak & Daxter: Pet Project - Follow My Lead
The mustelid gagged a little, unused to only being able to take half that shapely erection in his mouth. if he were human, it wouldn't be as much of a problem.
Starting Over
The mustelid's hips made contact with his ass, and with a final jerk, he had wholly hilted himself. he smiled down at the aroused ram beneath him, and hunched over his body.
Jak & Daxter: Oral Exercises
His soft mustelid nose traced along with a precursor's patience, claws tenderly tracing his supple sack. the creamy fur, just on the edge of green, felt softest of all here.
Paying Dues
Sweat and a deep, earthy mustelid stink permeated the fur covering her doughy, stout body. kahnso tried not to act offended. part of it was fear.
Double His Pleasure, Double His Fun
He didn't pause this time, instead keeping up the momentum to pound the fotter's rear over and over, heavy orbs slapping against the mustelid's tail with every swing, eliciting increasingly feminine moans from the self-tied male.
Fluffsnakes
His cock widened further as something slid through it, and both the mustelids could see visible bumps edging down towards the tip. were those his eggs?
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 4
The fox smiled encouragingly at cinnamon then made himself scarce as the squirrel walked over and stood next to the plain, grey mustelid.
Shoreline Introductions
Seconds passed on without recognition, the mustelid far too focused on the coursing jolts to pay attention.