Nico’s Movie: A night of fire (f)
Yes, it was hot, but was not the tip of his cock, but the tip of his tongue that was lubricating his hole. he felt the gentle force of the wet tip tried to enter inside, but in vain, so at the moment limited to making small circles around it.
Unexpected Guest
He anticipated it with a wave of lust and pleasure that crashed over him, his head tipping back with a yowling cry as the first wave of his own cum began to push out of his tip of his cock.
Financially Roo-ted
Her scales paws tracing the feather duster up between his thighs, causing him to smile and rock his hips, his thick sheath offering little resistance as the tip of his red member started to emerge. "master does have a big tip." she teased and giggled.
Cabin Break: Part 2
She pressed the tip of her tongue to the slit in his cock tip and swirled her tongue quickly, sam groaned loudly and bucked hard into his mothers mouth coating her tongue and throat with hot sticky cum.
Coming of Age
Trailing the tip of her tail around his buttox, the female slipped it in between his cheeks and teased his rear. he hesitated for a second as the thin tip of her tail ran around his anal bud before easing in.
Last Chance Job
He lifted back up only enough to pop the tip free so he could suck in a breath before he was forced to drop his head back down again. this time the tip shoved deeper and he could feel the tip of his beak pushing harder against his boss' stomach.
Another Bad Date
It was clear to riley now, with his lips around the tip of his father's fully erect dick, that he wasn't lucky enough to inherit his father's size.
Smuggling Parasites, Chapter 3
Hands gripping the tail encouraging it to thrust as deep as at it can go; tip sliding far back beneath his palate as the scaled tip flares-forgetting about that feature through his haze of lust.
Dance To The Beat
He lifted his glass at the mirror and let a sly grin part his narrow muzzle, his tongue tip flickered out to run along the ridge of his hooked beak.
A Walk on the Wild Side
Under his tentative ministrations, the wolf's reddish tip had extended another inch or so out of his sheath; now it hung there before his face, pulsing slightly and with a clear drop hanging from the tip.
Mario, Our Princess Is...Um...
I clapped my hand over my mouth, watching helplessly as princess peach began to lower herself toward his engorged tip, while the green-shelled turtle gave out a low, rumbling purr.
A Mother and Son Taking Turns
In his case, it was a rather easy choice, as the very tip of his tongue slipped forth to swirl around the pulsing tip of his mother's cock.