Bentley's Peace: II

The weimaraner, however, had not had the years of experience which had taught bentley when and how to brake.

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The Rules of Snugglebug - Part 1

Sydney probed, wrapping her arm around the weimaraner and petting her furry thigh. "well, no," jane admitted.

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Chapter 2- Kinda I Want to...

The weimaraner used his paws to spread her lips and began attacking her clit. he could feel his captive withering above him, and her moans only made him want to do it more.

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The Rules of Snugglebug - Part 2

The weimaraner looked stunned and nodded. "th-thanks," she whimpered, and suddenly, the two ladies were kissing again.

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Bentley's Peace: III

The weimaraner bowed. "it is the tradition of my country," he said. "your prince albert brought the german christmas to you, but we have been doing it for longer, you see!" all three fell silent, remembering christmases past.

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Chapter 5- The Slip

That was exactly what the weimaraner wanted to hear. he took his dick and guided it inside of her. he let out a sigh as he felt himself enter the feline, she felt damn good. acara moaned also, this time it didn't hurt.

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Teaser: The Rules of Snugglebug

"you're too young to play," he suggested, though this caused the brittany and weimaraner to drop their ears. "no, we're not!" melissa growled, her long, red-speckled white fur bouncing as she stamped her four feet.

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Chapter 4- The Downward Spiral

The weimaraner grinned and pat her on the head. "robin lives closest to you, he'll pick you up at 11." "way to make plans for someone else," she grumbled. the feline was not in a good mood.

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Quarantine Drills - Part 1 - Teaser

Suddenly he struck gold: there was a gray furred weimaraner anthro female, a large black dog-shaped latex mask obstructing her face. she was on hands and knees and shackled to a breeding rack.

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Speed Dating

The grey weimaraner had his paws around my hips, his tail wagging. "what are you...?" his only answer was a firm, forceful _thrust_, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

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Chapter 8- The Line Begins to Blur

Part of her, deep down, wanted to be responsible, it told her to try and give the weimaraner a chance. talk to him, work something out. but acara just couldn't let go of what had happened.

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