The Realization
He moans loudly as he feels his tailhole slowly spreading around the intruding cock. His back was arched slightly, rear high in the air, his face pressing into the wonderfully soft feather pillows. He felt two hands gripping his shoulders firmly. There...
The Massage
Abay's Massage Parlour. A small, humble building, made entirely from wood, except for the massage tables. The jingle of a few small bells sounded when a fox walked in. His visible fur was all a nice brown color, black hair coming down just to his...