A wasteland threesome
No, it was the snakedog's owner! fingers peeled the socks off his feet. either she wanted them for herself or she didn't want to explain why a big pile of snakedog poop ended up with socks in it.
Good news, bad news
The big snakedog's cock slid in and at once it began to thrust, its haunches pumping like any dog's. this dog was half scaly but it fucked like a normal one. it was a big snakedog, bigger than her and hung better than any man she'd been with.
Love me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 8)
Plate clean \>you had a mini internal screaming session before calmly saying ok and going about your day \>if she wasn't going to make a big deal about eating her own egg neither would you \>this is a whole new weird world of confusion dealing with a snakedog
A girl and her snakedog (Fallout Nightstalker/human vore and smut)
Rattles had him right where he wanted him, one big gulp away from sliding into a snakedog stomach. a fleshy tube protruded below the man's chest.
POV vore - you and a New Vegas nightstalker
You aren't ready to be snakedog food yet. the nightstalker stretches out its nose, forming an ess in its neck and then pulling its muzzle back.
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 7)
\>a new home with her, your favorite snakedog. \>well the only snakedog you knew. \>her hissing snores lull you to sleep as you think about it. \>finally a home.
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 2)
\>you look her up and down more intently this time \>wide hips, very wide hips, and small breasts \>god damn this snakedog brings a whole new meaning to "child bearing hips" \>but she is still just wearing rags \>hm maybe you have something \>as
Love Me As If There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 13)
\>you drift off to sleep yourself, thinking about nothing other than the lovely snakedog in your arms.
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 1)
As well stop pretending" \>no response \>fuck it, leave her there \>you go to the cooking stove and fire it up and begin cooking a chunk of the rat \>a few little spices from around the wasteland and your meal is cooking and smelling great \>the snakedog
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 4)
You ask, ignoring the forming headache from the boot and the snakedog hurrying to get out of the cage \>"for you boomer?
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 5)
She's just a clingy snakedog! why do you care?
Some Time Alone to Process
Climactic spasms began to churn in his groin, his crotch tensing up while the snakedog gripped and massaged and stimulated his throbbing spire’s every nerve.