Insomnia
He erupted in a series of massive spurts of his warm, thick musteline cum, spraying over his chest and belly.
Red stays up late
The marten kneeled down behind her and his pointed musteline muzzle disappeared between her thighs as he licked her from behind.
The Christmas Present
The scent of her musteline heat mixrd well with his musk. they were lost in each other. they were the only two people in the world. she choked back a scream as she hit her climax. his was soon.
Making Scents of Life - Part 5: Passion
They'd only chatted a bit about music before she had to run, but the slim swimmer had found herself attracted to the sexy musteline.
Making Scents of Life - Part 3: Reflections
A heart-shaped face with a short musteline muzzle. auburn hair framing dark grey eyes as they tumble down over her shoulders.
Delightful Side Effects
Feeling heat rise on his face as he realized he unconsciously moved one hand towards the musteline cock in front of him, dennis didn't stop the motion.
Exiles of Mossflower: Prologue
There were a hundred and thirty-four of us then, soldiers in the service of the musteline republic. our nation was under attack from both within and without.
Foxophilia
Vanyel curled his floofy tail around me sweetly, nibbling at musteline whiskers as a delicacy of delight. > > he sat on my chest, claimed his just prize. > > i fed him a foxsnax™; it's amazing what a boy finds in his pockets sometimes. > > the screen door
Otters
Kip lay beside her, taking a moment to gaze at the perfect musteline form just inches from him, the otter beside whom he hoped to stay, each day as perfect as this.
An Unusually Fishy Day
A thick, long and musteline tail. a muzzle, too. he jumped back in surprise when that thing that might be matt opened his eyes, both reflecting the light like a cat's.
Policeman's Ball
Her body lowered by degrees until her the side of her face rested against the engine-warmed hood while, slowly, she reached back and held her cheeks apart for the musteline's muzzle.
Bruxa 2/2: Size Isn't Everything
The mouse felt the weight on her shift as bruxa curled into a crescent with musteline flexibility, nervously watching the hunter's dark tongue lap along its toes to clean them off, then found herself crumpled into a ball and passed from forepaw to hindpaw