Lewd times with Espeon
Each time the tide came in, it renewed the painterly gradient between the dry and wet sand. the water crept closer over time, until i could admire the individual bubbles in the foam and the moon's reflection upon them. i bit my lip in anticipation.
Itchy Fingers
He buys a small propane tank, steak, rice, eggs, cotton balls, cereal, milk, and a painter's tarp. he smiles to the lion girl at checkout; she is barely 16. she smiles back while she rings him.
Hypnovember 27 - Recording
Jets of messy semen spurt from his cock--enough to splatter a painter's canvas top to bottom. every last drop disappeared into the tube while the milker proceeded to piston back and forth, unconcerned with the soreness already aching in his balls.
Unexpected mates
"my trainer was a painter and loved to paint me. he was getting old and gave me to a student. she saw me as a tool and i felt lonely. she was an alcoholic and i was really hungry. i missed my first human and began to drink to handle the loss.
Third Victim
It was a small, delicate painter's brush that came to touch his cock. with how sensitive it was, nate could feel everything.
Little Red's Secret
She salivated, much like a predator, as her tongue spread over his length like a painter's brush. as her wolf whined, her lips moved to the tip and took him into her hungry depths.
The Weekend Lover
I am also in a painter jeans with a leash tied in the belt loop. maybe, i decided, swishing the taste of warm scotch in my mouth; maybe i needed comfort sooner than that. it was then i saw him.
Kinktober Day Three: Ass-Worship
They'd sculpted busts, they'd spread her image far and wide, and suddenly a name that was known to no one other than a lowly painter was spreading like wildfire all along the banks of egypt. she was something.
Opening Your Eyes
He certainly had what it took to pose as a painter's model, for his lean body held the grace of a cheetah rather than the usually heavy set form of an alpha predator of the savannah.
Bound by Destiny 19
I then attack one of your face-downs with pain painter, delta flyer with my zombie master and your last face-down with my other zombie master."
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 5.2 Myrh
I simply appreciate the wiles of a skilled prostitute in the way many others might appreciate the steady hand of a skilled painter." "you have a lot of experience with the wiles of skilled prostitutes then?"
Simply Madness
Perfection, that could never be captured with even the finest strokes of a painters brush. but nature is treacherous and at times, cruel. it wasn't long before dark clouds rolled in, casting an inky darkness across the fields.