Pony Joke (part one of four)
The tentacle teased over his clit and limba moaned, arching wantonly into the touch, losing control when he had already well and truly handed over the reins to ropes and ropes alone. "suck me off first," ropes growled, eyes dancing with glee.
It’s a Father Daughter Thing
"ropes?" they froze, huddled into each other's warmth. fyr called out again, her tone confused, likely at finding ropes absent in the middle of the night. "that's my cue," ropes kissed helena's nose.
Of Demons and Dragoness', part two
ropes! ropes should know better, he should. the dragoness blinked away tears, struggling to make sense of her emotions and maintain some sense of composure.
Gender Shifting: Oops!
ropes, after all, had taught him rather a lot, although with his mother too...
Cheating with His Brother: Chapter 5
But ropes didn't need him to understand.
Cheating with His Brother: Chapter 4
ropes tensed, kao's cock hard inside her. _fyr!_
The Andersons: Jacob, His Mother, and His Stud
The ropes fell to the floor and before jacob could get up ava pulled his chair out from under him, causing him to hit the floor with a thud. he looked up in confusion to see his mother standing over him wickedly, brandishing the outfit.
A Prelude to Perversion: Chapter 6
Technically speaking, he was still covered in the aforementioned bright ruby red ropes that kept him bound. regardless, the rope did nothing to keep him decent, leaving his dark-brown coat, as well as his thick erection, on display.
Crisp Has a Ghostly Good Time
Just to add to the lewd, kinky nature of the show, the thigh-highs were left on, and still, the ropes forced crisp to keep dancing, as if he'd never missed a beat... _ten more songs, ladies and gentlemen...do you think he can handle it?
Hatred Chapter 8
I arrive at a run-down shack, pulling up to it as i grab my gun and some rope out the car. i head to the trunk and open it, aiming down at the frightened otter. "get the fuck out!" i scream and him cocking the gun.
Pegged for a Sucker
The bulbous end of the toy was such a snug, perfect fit that Zelda barely felt the need to clench her inner muscles around it, but there was such pleasure to be had from hugging the egg-shaped end that her passage was _greedy_over it: she couldn't help...
Spinning His Wheels
"where's the rope?"