Holding Herself Together
Her legs ached along the knees and shins and the tops of her feet too, where she knelt, though it was more of a tickling sensation – the kind of sensation that she wanted to brush away and rub from her flesh.
Fun with His Plush Horse
**Iron Author** **Plushophilia** ** ** **Fun with His Plush Horse** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Chief Horse (FA: PaintHorse)_ _ _ _ _ Chief sighed in his stable, turning around and around in the deep straw...
Twilight's Plush Husband
And there were other sensations at play too as she pushed all the way down, her rump resting against his soft, plush body.
Melting
Her shorts drew through her with a slick, almost slurping sensation, although flannery had not even considered such a thing a sensation until that very moment.
Dragons in the Dungeon
Lacking fresh sensation, ruth's buttocks stung from the whip's lash, the glow of arousal deeper than superficial pain.
Foot Play
His laugh devolved into a moan, his foot tickling, the sensation of her tongue on his foot making every nerve ending spark, as if he was feeling far more with that sole foot than he ever had before.
Fall from S-Rank
The sensation running through her would have been enough to inspire adoration in anyone, for anything. but there was more there.
Sweltering Desires
Left behind as they were now… liberated from that echo, but still chained by its sensations, as well as a faint presence not far.
Under Her Sole (part one of four)
For it was the sole that dominated his mind the most, imagining or re-living the experience of running his tongue across it, all the slight creases and folds in the skin, revelling in the sensation of it pulling and flexing.
A growing Liaison
Not the sensations from xeno as he, too, reached between his legs to grip his cock. but the plaintive moans, the desperation, the needs.
The Foot Slave (part one of five)
Oriel grunted deep in the back of her throat, head spinning, straining to curl back and away from the stomach-turning sensation of sweaty feet stuck to her face and peeling away, repeatedly. “kiss her feet, slave, lick them all over."
Calling the Storm God
It rose more and more and they flung their paws out to it, languishing in even the simple sensation of how it twisted between their fingers, an intimate caress.