Lust Controlled by His Magic Gloves
As if knowing that he was becoming distracted, a red pair of satin gloves flew up to his muzzle and jerked his head back around to attention, a finger wagging and waving in his face as if they were telling him off for letting his focus slip.
Textile Negotiation
The gloves tipped him so that he was somewhat upright, leaning back, comfortable in both their hands and arms, although the blue satin gloves kept his arms outstretched, spread, to either side of his body.
Mating Season (first draft)
Along with the dress came matching violet satin gloves and stockings.
Bound by His Gloves
No words came from his lips but a shriek and a scream as the satin gloves tightened their grip on his ankles, dragging him on his back to the bottom of the stairs.
Passion of the Gloves
Stroking his whiskers, the satin gloves floated, a little plumper than usual as if they had 'drank down' too much of his seed, their essence bloated with overfeeding.
Sharing Pleasure And Energy
_ though it was muffled by latex, kyi couldn't even **hope** to subdue his moans, as the arm of the satin glove settled over his cock and began to close down around the flesh, acting the same as a mortal orifice.
His Gift to the Magic Gloves
It was different with the violet satin gloves, the bunny's eyes half-lidded as he took in the sultry view of them, the violet reflecting, faintly, the coloured christmas lights.
Demonic Attire
._ tai's old gloves lay on a chair not far away, but it was impossible to think about that when he had the empty dress above him, the satin gloves gripping his shaft in a choking grip.
I - Gryphon Thief or Peeping Tom
A delicate reproduction of tiger fur lined all her floors, the chairs she used conformed to your body like a satin glove and even her bed was made of a fabric softer then silk.
Black Lotus
Finally past the greatest width, it sank into her slowly, pulling him into her like a satin glove.
The Magic Gloves
The satin gloves slipped down into his underwear, teasing and caressing his balls briefly, sweetly, and it was all the bunny could do to not roll his eyes back and let out a loud moan that would have given everything away right then and there.
Hell of a Party
And all of that awe-inspiring infernal muscle drove him toward tara, her coy sexuality, her lust tied up in satin gloves and pearl necklaces.