Krystal and Her Wolf
Krystal may have been surprised, but she used that moment to break free when he had only one hand holding her. guess she'd just have to continue nude.
A White Xmas for Donamer - 2011
Tannim went on happily with both hands holding his legs near the knee to help guide his soft hot feet. "i didn't have any money this year." donamer grunted dismissively and flopped back in bed. why would he fight it?
A Night In The Club
Turning her so that her back faced him, the wolf entered her quickly, his hands holding her hips. the whore moaned and backed to meet each of his thrusts as the wolf yanked her hips into his roughly, his large ballsac slapping against her ass.
AltDoom2
He would have fallen had it not been for a huge mechanical hand holding onto his ass. "feels good to let go, doesn't it.."
draconis combinus part 4
She hit the ground, and jyrtan was upon her instantly, pinning her to the ground easily, his hands holding her wrists above her head, immobile, his knees on her thighs, effectively stopping her from moving them. "bitch!"
Fortune Cumming True
She paid his muffled response no mind, her powerful hand holding his head in place as she continued to sway, rocking the smaller creature's body effortlessly with her own until his writhing slowed and ultimately died out.
Earned It
He could feel his lust rising again, and he let his eyes flutter closed as the shark finally withdrew his hand, holding his two cocks together to line them up against his hole.
Commission: Heart in the Desert
Rather than kiss her outright or make any passionate move he just stayed there hands holding her wrists.
Commission: The Green Shoes
Her hands holding them clearly, delicately lest she suffers the magic herself.
To make a Temple
The bull between hir legs was gritting his teeth, so tightly had shi clamped hir cunt and used it to milk him, his balls finally slapping wetly against hir entry as he groaned, one hand holding hir leg up as his other gripped hir rump to help him thrust his
Destiny Intertwined, Lan'as'atal
Taking another deep breath and returning her sight to the cliff face, she began to climb once more, finding another hand hold by feel. not far above her, near to the top of the cliff, dangled her goal.
A Heated Reception
The hand holding his wrists was moist, and slick, the clawtips coated in hot liquids that had a surprisingly decadent scent rolling off of them.