Sexxus 3: Invasion
Sylph was at it for days, like a woman possessed or some perverse machine. She walked down the street with her newly voluptuous hips rolling with every step, the sinful curves of her body draped in leather and fishnets, her face carefully pasted over...
The Triple Milker, Part 4
Green slime was dripping out of the end, and the fox moaned he lay limply on the pillar, his cock twitching and dribbling a small amount of slime.