Her Kitty
Shyra went to her locker and began slowly undressing, first pulling off her t-shirt. her fur was matted with sweat, and her nipples stood up beneath her bra. lifting her tail high, she bent over, pulling down her shorts.
Her Teacher
Guiding his erect manhood to her opening, he would claim her, rutting her until he felt her walls clench around him and heard her cry out in bliss as she reached her climax.
Her Hunger
He ran his hands over the golden scales that lined the sides of her hips, down her thighs, along her hindquarters.
Her Sorrow
So she would enjoy these last few moments and let her hope filled heart break once more. her love would keep her strong and closes her eyes once more.
Her Flygon
Azera, flicking her black hair behind her, folded her pale skin hands on the table she sat before; her green eyes watching one of her oldest friends, and her only human 'partner' in her line of work.
Her Prince
The imagery that sprung to life in her mind's eye made her cheeks burn and her heart flutter in her chest. the girl held her breath without thinking in anticipation of each new sentence.
Trade: By Her Will
The tendrils in his rear writhing and twisting a constant reminder of her power, of her presence, her body upon his doubling that effect causing him to shudder as he recalled her power, as he recalled his purpose in life as her servant.
Her Temptation
She arched her back within her seat, and her eyes fell heavy, half-lidded with lustful fatigue as she squeezed her thick cock within both palms again, hot trickles of sticky pre-cum drooling down its length and over her trembling fingers.
Her Craving
Wrapped around her waist as if he was specifically trying to keep her close.
In Her Talons
She emphasized her shape with a slow stroke along her sides. her claws worked well in highlighting the broadness of her hips. then she licked her beak and leaned herself towards him.
Becoming Hers
Instantly her legs spread further apart on my crotch with her hands cupped behind her calves tugging her legs closer to her petite little frame.
Her rescue.
Dale smacked her in the back of the head to shut her up before grabbing her wrists, making her wince in pain from the scratches left by the cuff and her constant pulling on it from the night before. dale forced her up and walked her out of the room.