The Tenement
I put my hand on the door handle whilst looking back to him, "jean poole, sir. yours?" "i'm peter." he responded. i tilted my head a little. "oh, same as your son?" "yeah, he's peter, jr. gonna be just like his father, one day...but maybe better."
The Way They Are
Follow jean poole home and his proceeding evening as he ponders about life and the meaning of things. **_the way they are_** **_by kraftwerker aka somefurrypersoniguess_** "you should come around more often, mr. hawkins!
Chapter 8: Discomfort
He lifted jack to his feet, leaving his jeans pooled around his ankles, and gave him a hug. "there ya go. feeling better?" "uh-huh," jack sighed, returning the hug. "much better. thank you, big bwother."
Sly bed fellows
Todd mumbled letting remy's jeans pool around his ankles. gasps and shrieks filled the air as todd pushed remy up against the wall his cock rubbing along the blond boys ass crack.
(Collab with Howler) Sly Bedfellows
Todd mumbled letting remy's jeans pool around his ankles. gasps and shrieks filled the air as todd pushed remy up against the wall his cock rubbing along the blonde boys ass crack.
Cuckolding her son, Learning his Place
Her jeans pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out of them. "_good boy_." he felt his dick twitch at the compliment. he drank in the sight of her, feeling the naughty thrill drive him insane with need.
Parking Lot Play
He stepped away, walking over to the cab and leaving me exposed and bent over the hood of the car, my jeans pooled around my ankles. i didn't try to move or stand, i knew he wanted me to stay right where he had left me.
Gasping for Gastly
His jeans pooled at his shoes as the psychic pulled at those as well, tugging on the laces with its bright purple power, and undoing the knots. they came free immediately, but thankfully they weren’t burned, just thrown off to the side.
Liam&Aggryn
With a lowered nod of resignation, he undid his belt and let his jeans pool around his ankles. liam watched with unchanging expression as aggryn stood up revealing a sizable bulge in the underwear.
The Gift
With a whisk of fabric over fur, his boxers and jeans pooled upon the floor unceremoniously, only to be replaced by the supple, probing paws of the ringtail. redoubling his efforts, bishop changed tactics.
The Glory of a Good Himbo
And judging by the flannel shirt with sleeves rolled up, trucker hat, jeans pooled around his ankles, and grizzled beard he sported, the quintessential trucker.
How I Met My Dragon
Smirking once again, i pull down his underwear, both those and his jeans pooled by his large footpaws. the dragon looks down and gently kicks his pants and underwear out of the way, leaving both of us completely free of clothes.