His Killer, His Maid
Just like now, when she had rolled her head all the way down his cock and onto the base, her chin resting against his balls, her lips pressed tight to his shaft. he leaked no more, but he smiled down at her as he sipped his wine.
His House, His Rules
Arthur, on his knees, a contented look on his face as my dick slipped back and forth his lips.
His Daughter's Lover: His Meal
#3 of his daughter's lover jackson was finishing up at the grill. the heat of the meat singed his fur, but he was careful. this wasn't his first time making steaks on the grill for his family, nor would it be the last.
His Daughter's Lover: His Date
He grunted in annoyance and checked his phone one last time before a pair of feet appeared beyond the glass, plastic, and silicone object in his paw. his eyes went up and took his visitor in.
His Daughter's Lover: His Conquest
Under different circumstances, he might not have found himself in the same room with his daughter's girlfriend of three years. but that was then. now he was so achingly hard that his pants were straining to contain his shaft.
His Humiliation
Misha whimpered, shaking his head, hiding his face in his paws.
His BigWings
his maw with his tongue.
In His Service
his mind returning to the present, the ursine slowly leaned forward and opened his muzzle. as soon as his lips parted, fabien roughly gripped the fur on the back of his scalp with both paws and thrust his hips forward.
It's Not His Party, But...
But even as he spoke, i perked my ears as his hands dropped to his waist. like that, he started unbuttoning his pants. i wagged my tail. maybe he thought he was only agreeing to a blowjob, but i knew my half-brother well.
In His Place
He made his way to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and take a piss before he headed to the food court. by the time he made his way there though, the odd feeling seemed to sink into his hips and then dispurse into his groin.
At His Whim
I could see his lips moving when the music was loud, and hear his soft, murmured words when it wasn't.
In His Shoes
his fingers drummed playfully across his midriff, pulling up his shirt and petting over his full belly as he seemed to give it just a moment to settle in, his insides churning dutifully on that food.