Making Friends In Strange Places (not my writing)
Making Friends In Strange Places I sat on the end of the couch, and as usual, wondered just how I kept letting Dale talk me into coming to these parties. I was definitely a bit of an introvert, but Dale’s persistence always won out when he...
Gladiators
The young wolf was left writhing in pain in the bed, with both hands covering his head, where blood spilled, staining his face, while his anus, a pretty inflamed hole that refused to close, dripping cum from inside: intestines quite full of the seed of the