To Hilts with Hearts
It was the most embarrassing time of the month once again. My trainer stuffed the rest of his team into their Pokeballs and slipped them into his backpack. It had been a long day of battling, and the sun was beginning to set. I watched, concerned, as...
Gloves 6
Dai gulps as it turns, the stitching on its back like two large eyes that stare at him, taunting him. The glove leans back, opening its fingers a bit, wrapping them around his shaft as its index and middle finger both work like legs. The rougher...
Gloves 7
Dai's eyes widen as the glove springs to life, but its fingers face away from him. He blinks, not quite sure what's happening, but the cuff spreads, showing off the opening much smaller than his wrist. Sweat drips down his forehead, curving aside...
Not Much for Dogs
Freud might have had a field day with sean and his apparent objectophilia, but it was far from sexual. in his mind, by supporting his paintings, it had supported him as well. and what of the canvas?
Gloves 8
The latex at his rear grips his butt, digging fingers into blushing flesh to make sure they have a firm grip before pulling his cheeks apart. The cool breeze of the room blows up his crack and tickles at his tail hole. Now the cheeks on his face blush...