All You Need
**All You Need** You pull your head back and let his member slip from your lips. Looking up at Malcolm as his breathing starts to come under control, the tiger looks down at you with an almost desperate expression. It's obvious that you just denied...
Nighthowler 2, Ep. 1
Each session is intended to be a single stand-alone experience, its own timeline, to allow for far-reaching and life-changing consequences.
Stealing His Own Pleasure
Stealing his own pleasure for akimitsusevecan by draconicon "i'm -" _hungry._ the wolf smiled.
Actually Happening
Actually Happening You feel Malcolm pull his tongue out and then you feel him shifting around. Suddenly, you feel something else brush against your tailhole. Looking down between your legs, you see the tiger's muzzle up and his paw down. Then, his...
Bring Your Own Bags 2
Diego pointed at his own crotch, where, admittedly, his own bulge pressed out his pants. he smirked, “come in then." he undressed in his bedroom, finally allowing his balls to breathe fresh air.
Shattered memories.
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Attentive Lover
The culmination of two denied orgasms coupled with the tender affection is bringing his climax quickly while your own churns and builds as well. [things are about to get hot and sticky.](https://www.sofurry.com/view/896602)
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Ninty-second Entry
Praxis, surely, was off to report the warlord’s failure to the beings that granted the wicked panthercat her own powers, and it was likely that their fury at the fallen warlord would cause them to overlook praxis’ own failings.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Fifty-ninth Entry
With the hands of foxtaur and unicorn on her shoulders, lending her their own magical strength, ryg raised her arms, her face lifting to the heavens.
THE BODY AS ITS OWN HOSTAGE
My nerves the orchestra none hear. Freeways of fire make me try to gnaw hands to paste. The kitchen burn that melts and cooks my skin till juice beads along my arm is nothing. Skin sizzles, I don't feel it. I feel only talons that rake my ribs,...
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Seventy-fifth Entry
Obviously it was his own tent, considering how large it was, and how well-decorated on the outside.
Determining One's Own Fate [COM]
The elemental master merely turned around to face him, showing off the reason why he owned his position.