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
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.
Rutting at the Farmer's View
Tags: m/m, bdsm, bondage, jockstrap, stallion, donkey, the farmer's view, horses, equines, brothel, strip club, riding crop, crop, impact play, age difference, prostitution,
Quite a Show
Tatiana grinned as her crop sang again, her own loins wet as she heard the slap and smack of the crop on her toy's flesh, the grunts of her patrons echoing in her ears as short, wet slaps joined them as she pressed the boybitch to the ground, her booted paw
Showtime
The bun ran the end of the crop across her breasts a few times, even as she brought the vibrator up more surreptitiously. eyes on the crop, ikani didn't notice what her other hand was doing until there was an explosion of buzzing at her sex.
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.
Weasley's Boi
Ron then waved his wand, "_accico _riding crop!" he smirked as he tapped the crop against harry's rump. harry eeped at feeling it tap him then ron began to repeatedly slap harry's arse with it.
Athletix - Intro (edit)
She shook here head once, to clear it... and sauntered towards the door, and looked up at the big, crop-eared fighting dog. their eyes met. he did not smile. her mind was clouding again!
A Damsel's Potential 3
After all, roxane is having quite the time giving her a whap here and there with that crop of hers, tracing it along her thighs and then suddenly slapping her again.
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.
The size actually matter
"well, you have the size i imagined," a red fox told to his partner while gently hitting his own chest with a riding crop. "i guess it can't be helped." he was athletic and of average height; his only clothes were black leather hip pants.