Red Light Ch 3
**This story has been formatted to be best read with the "FIXED WIDTH" function.** * * * **HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS. And with that, I present to you hopefully a good gift to have your holidays be faptastic. X3 It's the third installment in the Red...
Not Your Average Possession
A surprise came in from a large clawed hand reaching out to stroke at him as well.
Taking Your Brother In The Deep End
stroking his cock rapidly and gazing up into the matching eyes of his twin, skipper allowed a shy smile to cross his muzzle as his cum burst from the tip of his cock and streaked across timothy's paws.
An Empty Beach and a Full Otter
His mind was _genuinely_ blown by the experience, so much that dawn's affectionate strokes upon his smooth, shimmering tusks only managed to keep his consciousness hanging on by a thread.
A Dog's Night + Story [WARNING! TF/TG]
She moaned softly and stroked sam's head, prompting him to continue. she had never felt such a feeling, it was so nice... "mmmhh ... oh yes my boy ... right there... hmm..."
On The Prowl, Chapter Two
When Ronnie agreed to go back to a hotel room with Duke, he foolishly **thought** he knew what he was getting himself into. In exchange for a sexual favor, he was going to learn the trick to making any woman at any party go back to his dorm room,...
Buck's New Game
While one stroked and the other licked, diego stirred a bit, letting out another lazy moan. his legs spread even wider and jerked a bit, a display of the feelings running through him.
Fluid Swingers, Part Three
She didn't know how tightly she was gripping mike's rod at the thought of it until he put his own on her wrist and stroked it, hoping to ease the tension a little.
In the Garden with Hickory
While his cock was still deep inside, one of haze's hands had reached around and began to stroke the hybrid's cock.
Sharing Pleasure And Energy
A second, harder stroke was more of a clue than he could ever need. "this area is the pinnacle of your sexual energy.
A Rider's Lust
He was so hard down there...so tense... and every stroke only fed the raging fire burning within. the quick, terse, recurring motion winded him. his breath came in short huffs, and his ruddy cheeks seethed.
The Cohen Icosahedron, Ch 8
Tral raised his wing just enough so he could slip his head beneath, beak gently stroking across the human's head to preen his hair. "thank you for accepting the invitation, and for spending the evening with me.