Sorrow and Sadness: Part Two
My paws massaged his chest as i used my right leg to pull me into him with more force than i would have otherwise been capable of using. we were both moaning loudly and dripping sweat.
Thank God for Moms
He watched the beautiful wolf swallow him down, paws massaging his legs as she looked up at him, her form so perfect, pregnant belly only adding to her beauty. "you are so fucking hot!"
Vanilla Sex
Jordon didn't have a bedroom, but instead the couch was unfolded to make a nicely sized, if squeaky bed, and he threw me down onto it on my belly and crouched behind me, paws massaging my rump and my friendlily lifted tail.
Looking for Some Hot Stuff
massaging down my back and around the base of my tail, which he had already identified as a certified weakness of mine.
Build-A-Dad 2
Greedy paws massaged his pecs, tugging on hardening nipples to tease the older dragon in hopes of drawing out his dominant side. "you are insatiable, aren't you, my little slut?"
A Streetdog's Dream Cum True 2
Zodiac inclined his head as he groaned and i felt one of his paws massage the back of my head as i sank my lips fully around his length this time, gently suckling his growing lupine cock.
Adam & Frank Part IV: Gay Dads Being Gay Together
Soon, frank was melting into the plastic covered mattress of the crib as the bear's warm paws massaged out any hint of tension from his little otter body.
Old Glory
._ he reached up a paw, massaging the animal mid-shaft with his pads. this got an approving murr, and so he stroked the animal ever so slightly firmer.
Pretty Plastic People
Ethan took a seat at the bar, head in his paws, massaging his muzzle and swearing to himself. "hey." the wolf said hesitantly, glancing towards him, slamming the register closed. "please don't judge me, i've had an irritating morning."
Office Space For Rent: Hourly Rates Available
His paws massaged the squirrel's shoulders, sheathed claws dug into the nooks and crannies to relax the muscles underneath. the squirrel quivered with glee at that sultry voice, and his bushy tail swished up and down in the air.
The Farmhouse: part 3
My paws massage the cow's udders softly, lapping at the warm teat. the teat had a somewhat similar taste to sam's lips, minus his hay flavoured saliva, which i miss to be fair.
A new lesson in love
massaging his ass, god it felt good, and simba wanted more, he wanted what his adopted brother malka used to give him, the feeling of a warm lionhood sinking into his depths.