Processing and Handling
The sound of knocking was the last thing that Soul had expected to hear that Saturday morning, the blue, furry dragon snorting awake. When he looked at his clock he groaned at how early it was as the sound of knuckles on wood once more echoed through...
Handling the Situation
Shakal honestly wasn't sure if he was handling the situation quite as well as he'd expected. by jeeves like my stories?
A Day in the Life of a Shark
She could feel the dragon's head pressed against her upper arm, his forearm digging into her love-handle and side-rolls, his leg partially trapped beneath her dwarfing thigh, yet he still raised no objections.
Handling Spring Heat
Realis was only thinking of how nice it would be to have company while her partner was out of town, when she invited her brother to come and spend the weekend with her. She hadn't given any thought to how she normally spent her time, and how changing...
Too Much To Handle
Jharika flapped her wings and skidded over the pebbles for a few meters before she stumbled to a halt. Sloppy. How sloppy of her. Normally she didn't land this sloppy. But she had been rather...distracted lately. The gryphoness trotted over the rocky...
Handle With Care
The life of a courier is never an easy one, with constant driving and heavy lifting, as well as the occasional mistake such as dropping a fragile package by accident, or causing some form of traffic jam when there is no safe place to park your over...
Commission: Handled Well
It wasn’t anything impressive but her sensitive heat could barely handle even the smallest sensation of his barbed member pushing against the walls of her bestial sex.
Handling an Itch (WT)
You two go handle your sexy smell before your father gets home." they both groaned and zay picked zayra up, holding her close as he started for the bathroom to clean up.
Fox Handling [Commission]
Hayley grinned and tugged the leash over her shoulder again. She loved feeling the way this fox squirmed and jumped at her every insistence, be that a yank on his leash, a scrape of her claws along his thigh, or even just when she sat back and smeared...
It Doesn't Feel A Thing Like Falling
"you are a real hairtrigger fox," casey teased, holding allie in the air entirely by her handles as she positioned the fox in front of her two foot equine shaft. allie's handles felt just as erogenous as her own throbbing cock, aching for true release.
If You Can't Handle the Heat...
She had toys back home that could handle her needs just fine, and none of them would knock her up. still, the stares and the lustful gazes were embarrassing.
Milking Fox: Handling
Eric fingered the bright green collar around his neck as the limousine pulled up to the sweeping entrance of the Hillside Estate. What exactly did this collar represent? What had the young red fox gotten himself into this time? They rounded the corner...