A Right To Bear Arms
With the heavy thrum of the club's bassline droning behind him, Lucca stood to the entrance of the dungeon's alcove, unconsciously licking his lips as he took in the sight before him. Hanging in the centre of a somewhat derelict room was a sling, with...
Never Too Late (vore story)
This was as deep as she could get with just her arms fisting his urethra, but where was the fun in stopping there?
Paying the Bill
fisting him.
Flamedramon's Double Dose
He commanded with his armed fists glowing a fiery red. the bush shakes one more time, before a black blur rushes out of the brush, hitting him with a wheel cart tackle, knocking wind out of flamedramon. "urk!
That Which Is Desired :: IX: prey
Anjel lifted his free arm, fist clenched. his dull talons dug into black fur and the wolf sputtered a bit. "what's going on in here?" a guard was holding the tent flaps open, a lantern thrust inside.
Charnival Cruise- Knight and dragon
" the demon laughed, slick drools of honey starting to flow over his shoulder as his arm fisted deep into the forming draconic sex, the dragon's remaining bits of cock forming a clit now which the demon leaned in, and kissed over, suckling firmly on the tender
A Spyro the Dragon Musical Quickie
His arms, fists clenched, were still held at his sides from his energy burst. a six-pack that was both there but not bulging led down into a solid ridge of muscle above his groin.
Return to Sender 1 - Scrap Hill Zone
Eventually scratch tried to wail on him with swinging windmill-arm fists screaming with a childish rage, which only gave him a swift crack to the back of his head with the flatside of the scissors after fg dodged to the side.
Of Goblin honey, ball butter, and stuffed cock
Taking the roast peanuts from their tray he grabbed fistfuls of the crunchy treats, jamming them deep into her cock as honey squirted out around his arm, fistful after fistful until he had forced all of the peanuts deep into her shaft and could feel their
Chapter 3: Closets and Bikers
John swung at martin but before his armed fist could hit the alpha wolf there was a shattering of glass. john reached up to his head and grabbed at the shards that had embedded themselves in his forehead.
Housepets: Overactive Imaginations
Tarot covered her face with her arms, fists clenched together. "i can't believe i taught you how to do that." "oh relax," sabby dismissed. tarot started pacing aimlessly. the cat glanced around the room, waiting for the awkwardness to fade.
Burwood
After that was pretty much a blur of bodies, arms, fists, claws, and pain. it was fifteen minutes later that i caught up with myself, in my car, with toby sitting beside me. his eye was black and his shirt was shredded, while i tasted blood in my mouth.