Just Like Her Father, Part Three
Beth nodded, her expanding muzzle forming just enough for a long, canine tongue to droop over the side of her jowls. "i'll do whatever it takes to help her...t-to please you, sarah..."
Knot In My Tummy • art/story collab with Lumi
Okay, so you don't have dad's distinguished-looking jowls and your cropped tail makes your butt look even cuter than mine, but even with all that together you're fucking _dreamy_. and don't you just know it.
A Stomach Unrelenting
Grumbling, he stretched his beefy arms out, his jowls letting loose a loud yawn. smacking his lips, he found himself in an unfamiliar territory. he was not in his bed, though as he recalled last night, that seemed reasonable.
A Day in the Dog Park
Jeri giggled and she kissed his sticky jowls, pushed her tongue into his maw. bruce slurped her back, eagerly tasted the inside of her mouth, and jeri was happy to slurp back. still others were using the path, paying no mind to this display of affection.
Heat and Warmth
Black jowls ground together, sticking and rubbing. their tongues fast tangled into one knot after another and they traded drool as freely as the air they breathed.
Good Morning, Mayor
She sighed and chewed on her lower lip, turning the black jowl nearly white for a moment. she looked at lars' member with equal parts longing and fear as she reached under her pretty green skirt, pulling it up past her knees.
That Warm, Moist Summer Breeze Part II
With his lips still affixed to desmond's sticky black jowls, jack huffed, "she's never watched me fuck another boy. we'll call it foreplay." "ooh, god, yeah," desmond gasped. "i'm all yours." "damn right you are," jack grinned.
Beary Clingy Masks
The thick bear fingers hooked his jowls and pulled, stretching the unnaturally, before they let go and his cheeks snapped back.
Lazy Morning
Alistair bit into his jowl. red-cheeked, he reached under himself at the same time as he inched his bottom backwards as well as up slightly.
Teenage Troubles
Hey, now," the red panda groused, pausing to rub his jowl. "i'm not a barbarian. you don't have to bite me." "i _nipped_ you," desmond emphatically growled. "i'll show you a real bite if you don't stop right there."
Dogsitting Mishaps
Drool ran from the corners of moth's jowls as he hunched over the boy, growling and huffing.
Stung 1: The Tiger in the Bar
The bulldog grunted again, setting his jowls in motion. 'i got my reasons. you want four hundred for it?' i know your reason, logic thought.