Twin Tuxedos
Seb took the time to whip up a buffet of snacks and junk for the twin tuxedo cats to munch on while ian made a veritable throne of cushions and blankets for the pair to sit on. they spent hours hopping from game to game.
Wereherm Science (Hypr $5 Quickie Commission)
The tuxedo cat growled and moaned, kicking at his blankets, as his fingers cracked and legs stretched.
Base Hit
The tuxedo cat literally grew out of his clothing. a pair of breast-like mounds formed on the short feline's chest. he reached forward and pawed at them roughly, getting a fabulous moan of pleasure out of the tuxedo cat.
Exploring the Dichotomy of Hard and Soft through the Abstraction of Forms in Nature
Maloo tugged her tuxedo jacket into place.
Commission: For Entertainment Purposes
Those ears folded back, her breath trying to hold itself together in order to allow the tuxedo to speak as she listened to him. "oh god... please... please don't cum.. i'm in heat. don't..."
You Listened
Jay chose a soda, and before long they found themselves in the living room of the tuxedo cat's apartment.
Where did you hear that song? [Trade]
#### Where Did You Hear That Song? By Limewah Trade for Outlet 18+ The black and white cat announced her presence to all who could hear, without their consent - as she always did. Whether it was due to a desire to be heard, or a complete obliviousness...
Mikes first time...
Ben grunted drunkenly as he suddenly yanked at the waist band of his tuxedo trousers. struggling with them a moment, until he'd managed to free them from his cummerbund.
A Security-Oriented Perspective feat. Armitage
The large human, who stood almost seven feet tall, leaned further forward as the tuxedo strained around his chest.
The Cupid Club: Ch. I
There standing behind him was a handsome fox cub dressed in a tuxedo that made him look positively adorable.
Daddy's Little Girl
She unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and then his shirt. as their rough tongues twirled around each other, natasha pressed her body against her father's and ran her hands around his back under his shirt.
Going Stag
Gerald moved just behind him and reached a paw into the lion's right tuxedo pants pocket, pulling out micah's inconspicuous cell phone. "a little preemptive strike."