Learning to Run, Chapter 6, Werewolf Training... Again...

It was a stark contrast to how tenderly she treated walker. even fang received a few unorthodox privileges from the females. brown-snout nuzzled walker tenderly and licked him a few times.

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Visitor's Vita

When she spoke, it was more or less to the air, her tone tender and soft. "this sounds a little like a confession, perhaps," she began.

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Day 29 - Ill

I placed a tender kiss on his hands, the skin almost ice cold despite resting between my furred hands. the realization stabbed my heart. i forced down the nausea that was threatening to sink in.

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Dragon Hunter

The kirin smiled at his reaction and stood up, straddling his lap as she tenderly stroked him through his pants, making him squirm and moan. '_i have gone after and hunted many, all who willingly came with me, to be mine to tease and use.

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A Bond Unbroken

His strong paws tenderly holding her breasts, gently caressing her nipples, their mouths locked and their tongues passionately dancing.

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After Hours

The publican leaned over the bar and kissed the dingo on his cheek, chastely, tenderly. "you'll never go home alone again."

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All Things Quiet And Sweet 2 - The Time of Roses

He gently turned the handle, and opened part of the wall like it was a door, portaits swinging tenderly upon it.

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The Lion Has Landed

With tender affection, winnie stepped up and offered me some sheets of paper towel. blushing slightly, she said, "sorry, it's what we have."

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Something In Common

He cried out, his toes flicking and thumping in the air, helplessly between the restraints and the unstopping tickling beneath the prickly, brushlike sticks the sisters were tickling his tender feet with.

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New Commission Prices (SFW)

/tenderness-361702209 "tenderness by feanor-the-dragon, mar 28, 2013 in traditional art > drawings > animals")[!

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Krystal, Blaire and Mitch 6 - Out of the Frying Pan...

Dad tenderly placed his hand on my head, stroking my long hair and flicking back my ear lovingly. "nervous honey?" he asked. "a little," i replied, still concentrating on the picture.

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Payment due

He could only focus on the grilled outside and how hot and tender it would be in the middle. he could barely recognize his hands straining at the table's edge, contorting, growing claws. sparse tufts of orange fur grew out far more numerous than before.

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