Lovin' a Vixen (A Moonlace Story) Chapter 7
mocha also gave her approval, no longer having anything for holly ever since the latter had told the feline she was straight and not into girls.
Confidence
My interaction with him ends when i pick up my mocha. after what feels like twenty fucking minutes (but which is probably really only something like five), said white mocha finally ends up on the bar.
Obeysance 4: Silver Scene (herm foodplay TF)
"mocha," said my mistress/sister/sub/whatever we feel like today. "you're thinking of mocha, mocha." where were my wings? "_hey,_" someone hissed behind us. "_you wanna keep it down? some of us are trying to watch the movie!
How Naketa Met Calafin
"could i please have a mocha, extra milk?". i couldn't belive it. he had totally ignored what his sonar had shown him. "sure, anythng else you like with it?"
Ex-Stepfather
"so..." he smirked with a mischievous glint in his beautiful cerulean eyes, and flashing his white fangs against that beautiful mocha-furred snout, "how's it fell to me a single man again, mr. smith?"
Kiss of the Kraken
His mocha brown skin was now lavender purple. his tight black hair and bushy goatee remained, but his ears had pointed, frilled tips.
High Impact [Sketch]
His tail curled down and tickled at his nose, then fluffed up once he pulled it free: cinnamon- and mocha-colored fur shimmered in the fluorescent lights overhead, lightly misted from underneath with the full-body sheen of sweat effused from his workout; he
Wolf at the Table
My mocha wolf was home. i rushed to derrick as he walked through the door, planting a kiss on his sweaty lips.
(Dream Journal) I Remember
I made it to the table with the others as they tapped their high heels and laughed hysterically drinking their mochas and expressos. i on the other hand stayed quiet, voided by the excitement happening all around me.
Business as Usual (M/M) (pt. 3 of "Under The Devil's Eye")
He sat around now, not in his white shirt but instead an outrageous hawaiian shirt, a mocha and italian sub sitting on his desk. he felt like basking in the relative peace for a short while. the mocha was half-empty, and it was his second.
Nogged [Commission]
Kieran turned his head and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of mocha-toned fur, puffing and bristling out from where shekh had stuffed himself into that stupid sweater.
Queen Cake
Next to him sat mocha, an orange fox. he was chewing on a turkey leg bone. it was long since picked clean, but he was happy gnawing on it to keep his mouth busy. on mocha's other side was charles, a blue dragon.