Part 3 - The Spring

My tongue worked gently across her breasts as my tail raised, tracing the shape of her slit. i moved the tip inside gently and she gasped and wriggled. i moved it in deeper and felt that barrier i had met before.

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Part 3: Unspoken Words

He slowly moved his muzzled towards the inviting mound, and slowly let his tongue lightly trace the outer part of her sex. then lightly so much as teasing let the tip of his tongue edge traced the opening and slightly prodded the inside.

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New Traditions

Nathan let go of nick's teats, huffing a single hot breath over one before tracing his way down the curve of his partner's muscle, tracing the lines with the slightest bit of pressure from his claws. not enough to hurt, but just enough to be felt.

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Overlord Kinktober

From the sidelines of your vision, you see demiurge watching, his gaze tracing the curves of your bodies with heated interest.

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Put Down

He claimed he was a friend of trace and came to warn him of something. when i told him trace wasn't around he told me everything that he and trace did. he didn't go into much detail; all he told me to do was to get trace to quit at all costs.

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Joining The Family

trace walked to his room. "good night..." jade said. he didn't get a response. (trace might not do much, but that night he helped me reach my decision...

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Cling 2

Her right hand takes in the contours of his muscle, while her left traces along and around the scars that marr his flesh.

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WWC: What happens in the north pole after Christmas night?

Rudolph was the first to unbuckle and dropped his trace on the ground and quickly made his way back to the barn. "hey boys, let's get the yolk and trace's put up then hit the showers. great work tonight!"

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The Merrin, part 17

She gently traces her facial features for a moment, then types, i had not noticed this change. "if i compare her current dna to her previous form, there are still traces of the trakkat, some has been reverted back, i would guess by the larval dna.

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Winter

I ignored their mocking cries, digging madly through the frostbitten ivy, trying to find some trace of her, some trace of hope. time crept slowly by, its passage hidden by the iron clouds.

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