Loverhood's Beginning: Chapter 1 - No End, No Beginning

See, our initial greyhound schedule predicted that by the time our cross-country journey ended along the atlantic coastline, there would still be a couple of hours before sundown to meet an older rabbit named mr.

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The Baron's Mansion - Breeding duties

It came as no surprise that his manservant was a very sleek and tall greyhound who was pounded by his master every now and then.

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HOMER'S BATHROOM BUDDY

Yelled homer as cum burst from his cock and splattered against the toilet, and after slowly turning back around facing the dog, he moaned tiredly as the greyhound's tongue licked his cock clean.

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Physical Therapy

The greyhound smiles up at the lion and winks. "and what good work it was sir." sam just chuckles. "remind you of anyone? maybe your own first session."

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Commission - Ice Cream at the Butcher's

A fat greyhound waddles into the room with a bottle of bbq sauce in its mouth. "attaboy. give it here." albert retrieves the bottle from the panting greyhound. "gonna add some sauce to give it the ice cream some extra kick.

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Ander's Zombies Ch. 5

He shrieks, and delia leaps sideways as the greyhound crashes through the car's side window.

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The Studsky: Chapter 3 (Patreon Premium)

The greyhound barked and pushed her wife towards a doorway that lead to a flight of stairs going to the second story. "follow us!" she called over her shoulder. mylo smirked and fell in behind the greyhound, his curled tail flicking from side to side.

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Pale as Scars

Snow methodically held the greyhound's jaws shut, as she grabbed him, and in one smooth motion stuffed his head into her jaws.

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Greyhound Gryphon vs. Seth

greyhound lays there on the ground, sprawled out and staring up at the ceiling of the elegant room. "h... how? where?" "oh, right, you must be so disoriented," the satyr says.

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That Husky Can Dance!

\>there's a wall fan mounted in one corner of the room, which is occupied by two old greyhound ladies. at this age, they look nothing short of skeletal. heh, grey greyhounds. they pant and keel over until the fan finally rotates towards them.

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Bet your corporate ass!

Behind marty and rosalind at the table in the back sat an odd couple of a greyhound and mouse, skinny and tommy boy, skinny living up to his name being a tall slender white furred greyhound.

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