A Master and his Pet
James began to work up a light sweat as he watched his saliva coated length being gobbled down so willingly as he gripped onto that cage a bit tighter.
Birthright By Blood Ch. 2
I ran down the sidewalk already breaking out into a light sweat further evidnce that i needed to find a suitable way to get back into shape.
Nature
I feel how soft and silky his hair is, pick up the rich, sweet scent of haylage and lightly sweating stallion...ohhh fuck. i may have to take a break before heading back onto the path. "man you have better hair than me."
That Gay Goth Dog (part 6)
"yeah well i sorta haveta my drumming got a little slow so i need improvment." i said smiling as i walked over with light sweat on my head. "do you want me to help you with anything?" i asked.
The Club, The lust, The Wolf... Chapter 2
He was covered in a light sweat. "a dream?! the same one!?" he mumbled out to himself softly. he looked to his left. the clock sitting on the brown dresser. the red lights flickering 11:39. he softly let his weight draw him back.
The Micro Against His Balls
Prey to lust, it was all he could do, the scent of sweat and light sweat enveloping him, the tiny dragon helpless to do anything else but to be.
Awakening
It was a blend of irish spring body wash and some light sweat. "i am getting close, finish me off." i recoiled some and he stood up. "have you ever been throat fucked." "n-no i haven't.' i stammered. "get up against the wall" i did as he instructed.
Staying for the After Party
**Staying for the After Party** ** ** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _Commissioned by Dalarius_ _ _ _ _ "I'm so glad that you guys were able to make it." With more than a few drinks in their bellies, the two...
Legosi's Foot Loving Friends
Lapping up and down, he was again cleaning away the light sweat that lay on the surface. while doing that he was back to jerking himself off.
HoA Ch. 10: Chasing Shadows (Now complete)
As kaille sat there and panted lightly, sweat slowly rolling down through his fur, he put his hand to his chest and gripped a small protrusion tightly, pulling out from under his shirt a silver locket, an etching of his mother cased in glass contained within
Mishandled Traffic Stop
His tongue ran over the already wet fur and he could taste the light sweat that had soaked into it. he couldn't resist moaning as he took one of the orbs into his muzzle. his lips wrapped around and his tongue was gently swirling all over it.