Cream of the Crop
User=312237&character=0&clevel=2) cheetahs](https://cheetahs.sofurry.com/ "cheetahs") istaryl belongs to me and the secret cave cream of the crop (gift story written for the secret cave ) the north wind had washed over the pinebosom valley, blanketing
Rutting at the Farmer's View
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Comfort
Mick grunted as the crop cracked across his fuzzy, black furred behind. " you're not supposed to swear like that, hon." " ... yeah, i know." the tip of the crop rubbed up against mick's nose. " you'll learn to start thanking me, eventually.
Our Lock is Their Crop
The Moon is so small. Earth One's grasp on the celestial object had weakened with age. Earth One: humanity's birthplace. Now old. Overburdened. Poisoned. Dying. Qaad couldn't help but feel a connection with the planet he inhabited. He too was in his...
No number, no letter
He gave his wrist a twirl and the riding crop spun in his grasp, the grip now pointing towards nine. "take it." the black fox stared for a moment and slowly reached up to take the crop in his hand.
It won't turn purple
He suddenly whipped one of my buttock with his crop, making me pour a smothered squeal as the pain started to diffuse a warm feeling.
Wolf and Squirrel
In her left hand, she held a riding crop. the squirrel stood on the bed, right between the wolf's legs. she pressed her right foot onto the wolf's erect shaft and pressed down.
Waiting for Master
Or would the master use a riding crop, to tame him? to feel each strikes land on his body, to shiver in delight as each hit would trigger another, until there would be no more. it would be a glorious sensation...
Inexperienced
It was a riding crop. its tip was keeping up his neck, pausing to press down on his adam's apple. he gave a slightly nervous gulp, feeling the crop move up and down with the motion. it was pressing under his muzzle, tears were nearly forming in his eyes.
Tales From Patches Bar - Chapter Three -
Tales from Patches' Bar Chapter Three - Breaking In A New Pet © Cederwyn Whitefurr 10th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved. Arkellian awoke some hours later, his head fuzzy and fogged, and as he groaned and tried to sit up, he heard, then felt,...
Dragons in the Dungeon
"no, no," the mare tapped the crop against the side of ruth's muzzle, turning his head away. "face your mate. paws up."
Decisions - Part Two
Moving on, siaru threw on a plain black crop top, his midriff exposed as ever, giggling at the thought of ellis seeing him like this.