Gripped Apart: Firefly's Demise
Firefly gulped as he saw the female white's eyes narrow, and terror gripped him as he felt the male red's claws flex on his back, curving his spine.
The Grip of a paw
The grip of a paw beep!beep! 7:30 read the clock a racoon lays in a bed under the white sheets.he tilts to the side and slowly opens eyes.the glare from the alarm clock shines off his blue eyes. as the reflection conjures the time to be awoken.
Ghostbusters: Regenesis 05 - Temptation's Grip
It entered nico's code and turned off all five layers of safeties before it reached to the master lever, gripped it tight and then pulled it down.
Drowning in his Grip
The grip around her cheeks slowly, and almost imperceptibly, loosened leaving her free to turn her head. instead, she remained transfixed on an empty point in space hundreds of meters away.
Demoncandy, Gripping Gala
The claws flexed open and closed with amazing grip strength as they whipped around at the end of the tentacles her chest felt unbearably tight as her once small perky breasts swelled.
Galactic Enlightenment, Chapter 5: A Shattered Grip
If he could just…stop them…maybe… the mindgrip came to him, and he reached out, straining as he gripped for the three separate missiles.
Raccoon's Grip (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the raccoon's fingers gripped tightly around the gryphon's ears and head as though to guide the attentions of his beak to precisely to best spot.
Don't Lose Your Grip! Part 1
He was starting to lose his grip. in a panic the bull tried to ignore the tickling and pull himself back up higher. this was a mistake as it now left his belly exposed. the bull had always been excruciatingly ticklish on his stomach.
~ Camera Close ~
~ Camera Close ~ © Cederwyn Whitefurr July 2026 All Rights Reserved Chapter One: Far From Home Their shared apartment was too quiet. Late afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, catching on the wooden floor and the rumpled sheets of the...
Clueless chapter 21: Great Fruity Grapefruit Gripping Flashbacks
Grovedale High's green and white lunchroom was crowded as ever. The circular tables for eight were nearly packed to the brim with high school furs noisily chatting about -_activate southern hillbilly accent-_ WHATEVER THE DANG KEEDS OF MY GENERATION...
To the Victors Go the Spoils!
, gripping cunt, working rhythmically around his cock in a heated, wet embrace.
Red Riding Herm
One paw gripped the basket tighter, holding it close. the other gripped the edge of the cloak, pulling it close and holding it there in a protective way somewhere between a shield and a security blanket.