Venturing: Calling Music
Turning my attention towards the pan as drips of hot oils jumped onto my scales. although i flinched upon the contact, i was surprise it was for another reason.
Carnaval Fétiche
A fizzy dark brown liquid started flowing out of the dick on the right, and on the left a long continuous off-white rope hit the hot oil, speeding the flow with the throbbing of the red cock.
The Feral Assassins - Chapter 2
His whiskers moved when he grimaced as the crackling hot oil bounced onto one of his fingers. looking up with a dumb grin, he said: "sorry. it's been a while since i've cooked for someone." "you really don't have to do this, you know?"
Like Clockwork
The orgasm is like none i've ever experienced before, pressured spurts building up and then being jettisoned out with kaleidoscopic bliss as i feel more hot oil leak down onto the matted hairs of my crotch.
Dance of the Dying Feathers
Far too many broken ladders and cauldrons emptied of hot oil later later, nightfall came, and qae-zel returned home. he should have slept, and truthfully didn't know why he didn't.
I am the only human on a planet of anthropomorphic beings.
Mike looked around smelling hot oil emanating from the aircraft. he walked around looking at his surroundings. the airfield seemed larger than the one they were at earlier today.
streetwolf cronicals chapter 1
After finishing the battering of the shrimp he made sure the oil was ready an began plopping the shrimp into the basket an slowly lowered it into the hot oil searing the oil fizz an build up as soon as the basket was completely in he put the lid on an sat
Dinner and Dessert, A fox's tale
The sounds of cars passing by on the street below, surprisingly muffled, the soft clicking of his claws on the dark hardwood floors, and the occasional crackle of hot oil as he stirred his sautéing vegetables only a soft compliment to the music.
Treasure
Her heat squeezed several times around his lust, and the friction became incredibly soft, like his sex was dipping into sweet, hot oil.
Coming to Terms - Part 7
Flecks of burning-hot oil fled the dual high-heat pans, her red and white fur was a perfect insulator keeping her chest immune to the burning oil. "grrah! hot!"
wander ~ Chapter 18
The cheetah slid up beside me and peered over the pan, tortilla sizzling and bouncing atop the hot oil. "i think that one is done. _uno, dos, tres, cuatro..._ three or four more?" "three i think."
Balto Family Breeding
Like a hot oil, it made everything feel so much better and smoother. steele could even count the veins that covered his tormentors' shafts, feeling them pulsate with life as he was smothered between them.