Nip
Hands caressed his ears, combed his hair and despite having exploded twice, his dick was stirring in it's holder, ready for another round of stroke-me-off.
The Shower
One last caress on my still throbbing dog-dick and he goes right back to kneading on my back... am i glad they installed grab-bars, because i am holding onto one for dear life.
Addiction B
#2 of addiction a short continuation of addiction addiction b - may 29, 2014 written by afril, edited by chaos blackwing (cl) the gay furry association m/m, caressing/discussion/language/short "don't kiss me, idiot."
Diary
Another piece and he let me caress his shoulder, his back, his side... then he wasn't interested in what i had in my pocket, instead he was paying attention to what i was doing with his sheath. which was rubbing it and caressing it and playing with it.
Guys Night Out
caressing those long, sexy legs and hearing the male beg to be taken, only made him harder for some reason.
Addiction C
He nuzzled the tip, kissing it, caressing it with his tongue until the male begged him to stop. then he contented himself with 'just' caressing and nuzzling and sucking on the still nicely rounded balls, sighing when the human slumped backwards.
Mak B
His balls swelled as they were rubbed against a firm palm, the other hand popping his knobs free so they could be caressed and teased as well.
The-Booth.txt
I teased his opening, letting just the first bit slip in to caress his insides. then the second knuckle, still going slowly.
Seduction
No one caressed your hand - they might grab your ass, or your balls or even your nipples... but never something as romantic as a caress. the wolf decided his apartment was better than a \*shudder\* motel room. what the hells...
The Cub Next Door
It took several minutes of caressing his back before the noises stopped. and a couple more before he moved his muzzle off my shoulder. i kissed his forehead, looking into the reddish, amber-ringed eyes.
ScoutPack2.txt
"two females to caress and seduce and rub your body between... unless you wish to watch us stroke our tits and rub our mounds and caress our shapely, firm asses..."
The Last Caress of Victoria Jones
Her final breath was a moan. But, because the significance of that statement is lost without context, perhaps I should start at the beginning of her ending. Millennia ago some four legged beasts became two legged beasts. The predator and prey...