Pictures In The Snow ( A DitD Christmas Story - A Writer's Portrait )
The coyote shook against the dragon, fighting back sobs. "tell yourself that, coyote, don't tell me." the dragon gave a long sigh, and hugged the coyote against himself. "we both know the truth of this, coyote.
Hot and Fresh, Right to Your Door, Guaranteed
The coyote then pulled his hips back, letting his stiff member lift up so that he could position it under the fox's tail.
Raped for Their Pleasure
The coyote's voice was so eager that it almost made himitsu want to throw up, though that very well might have been the feeling of the coyote's knot starting to form.
Sly and Tricky
Much better now," the brown coyote chortled. louis mind was getting clouded by the smell of musk and sex. he looked down at the coyote's cock and drooled. the coyote chuckled. "it's yours for the taking," the coyote huffed.
Maerchentic Infatuation
The coyote's ears perked up when he heard the door click closed behind him.
Christmas 5: The Christmasening OR How the Coyote Almost Saved Christmas
“g'night, coyote!" once in his room, the coyote got undressed, took a quick shower, then flopped into bed and slept until the next important scene. \*\*\* “coyote!" ayly charged into the coyote's room. “coyote! coyote coyote coyote!" “wha-!?"
Drinks on Friday [Trade]
As the last of the coyote's piss dripped down the underside of his sheath and onto fyrien's nose - here the coyote knelt down and wiped the end of his sheath against the wolf's lips, and received a helping tongue to clean up whatever still dripped
More Than She Can Chew
[coyote time](https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=978731) coyote time](/view/978731 "coyote time")
Merry Christmas, DitD-Verse! ( Another DitD Christmas Tale )
Then she crawled across the sofa onto the other side of the coyote's lap, and snuggled up against both the coyote and the coyote's cat. the coyote pet her as well, and she purred louder than the cat did. soon, she opened her mouth and pointed at it.
Tricky Business
\>coyote does a little fist pump as he drops some papers. \>...a sneaky idea comes to mind. you lean over and whisper to coyote.
Spontaneous Masculine Hyperfication
He shuddered and wriggled, arms clutching his base as the coyote molested his tip. the coyote was thrown backwards onto his rump when the fox suddenly surged upwards out of the couch.
Taking the cure...
When the coyote grunted weakly, flexing his cock slightly, lance smiled. "feels kinda nice, right?" he asked with a knowing smirk, laughing softly as he watched the coyotes knot throb.