The Prisoner's Punishment
Maxwell then stopped brushing pyro's feet, but then placed the brush on his underbelly. "oh no..." pyro said. "oh yes..." maxwell said back, brushing up and down pyro's underbelly. "oh nooo!!"
Discipline
C'mere, pup, let's get that fur brushed out." i put my head in the officer's lap, but found myself wincing as the bristles started working down my flank. “that hurt, pup? bet you can't remember the last time anyone brushed you down."
Track and Field: Part 2
I glanced at my phone nestled in my lap and ran the brush to the tip of my tail. then i lay the brush aside and grabbed the cell, my thumb hovering over the call button. "hell, what have i got to lose."
Outfoxed
She had assumed it couldn't be brushed out, it was clinging to the long fur after all, but the brush ran outwards with a caress.
Pedigree - Ch2.
Her tail swayed lazily between her splayed hind legs, thick fur brushing against her shorts in a slow, absent rhythm. relaxed. almost thoughtful. i watched her for a second too long.
Held High
His arms looped around her sides and squeezed, a hand reaching over to brush along her long tail. “yeah. real hard day today. got chewed out for something dumb. sorry i'm so late, jen."
A Real Stud
He wanted to tell her to stop, but the long fingers glided up to gently brush against the bulge in front of the panties as it started to swell.
Tropical - Chapter Three
Cloud was sitting on the bed, wearing a towel around his waist, brushing the white fur on top his head which wasn't much longer than the rest of his fur. "all yours," cloud said continuing to brush his fur.
Two Wishes
She continued on, brushing my back, then switching to a softer brush for my legs. for some reason, she seemed to be very careful brushing my legs, as if they'd fall off.
Spyro's Old Flame: Chapter 1 - Autumn Plains
Flame's eyes shot open and he brushed the water off his snout, looking around bewildered. he wasn't in autumn plains anymore. he wasn't even in avalar. and there was no spyro to be seen either.
Abandoned Creation
The sound of more whirling filled the room as it pulled out two more spinning brushes and used its other hands to lift up the mage's shirt and press the brushes against his belly.
Wolf's Tickle Torure
With the feather brushed the right armpit and with his claw tickled the left armpit. the wolf laughed louder and his bodys started to shake, but the foxes didn't stop to tickle him. orange took two brushes and started to tickle the sensitive nipples.