Zion - LotNM Character Prologue (Zachary)
The young priest set the brush down, the tips of his fingers gingerly tracing their way across the delicate silver wires; the brush was a thing of beauty, not unlike almost everything in the temple.
Further Experiments
The fur of lia's chest brushed against the fur of his back as she settled between his wings. her clawed forelegs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him back. her cock brushed against him as she thrust into him.
Scrubbing Silvally
You finished brushing his mane and he shook his head, tussling it all about and ruffling it all over again. you laughed, he loved the brushing probably the most and half the time he’d ‘accidentally’ undo some of your work.
Family Matters - Friday
The subtle musk of her sex and fur filled his nose for a moment before he leaned back to resume brushing along her inner thighs after a pause to clear the brush of fur and dump it in the waste basket.
Golly, What a Day!
The big bear shook a limb off his foot and brushed off his tunic before turning to reach a hand back into the brush, and to robin surprise he saw marian being tugged out from the brush.
Running on Empty. Chapter 2.
“and your human can brush you off.” chuck forced a rather large dog brush into keith’s hand and left the two. keith looked it over in confusion. the two had been teasing the retriever by the end of it.
Gatomon's Punishment - Chapter 1 - Bad Day
The purple brush was whipping around violently, like a leaf in a tornado. "i'm sorry!" gatomon choked out, but was only reward with another smack. this was a good one, the brush sailing across both butt cheeks in one solid motion. whack!
My Summer Flame
Picking the nearest one, i started using the brush in slow, careful motions down the length of it as my other hand slid along the underside, supporting the tail as i ran the brush along.
Ranch-Hand
He stood within, gently brushing down one of her mares, a glistening black beauty who absolutly quivered with each gentle stroke of the brush.
How to Train your human
His fingers followed the brush.
A Strange Proposition
The foxes rubbed in close, brushing against her legs like amorous felines. "yes.
Lonesome no More
John glanced back, noticing where he had left the brush the night before. well, the guy's tail still needed brushing, and it wouldn't do any harm to just get it over with, right?