My face had contorted into a sneer of disgust as I peered into the depths of the laundry basket. Lurking at the bottom with all the innocence of a grinning alligator was a pair of Chasity’s boxers. Her splodgy, crusty, cum stained boxers. With a sigh of the inevitable, I reached in and extracted the offending garment, pinched between my thumb and forefinger. Holding them up to the light only made matters worse. By the looks of it, a considerable cornucopia of slugs had decided to host an Acid House Rave, utilising the crotch area as their dance floor…
Caracal’s Surprise
Commission! It’s almost like people expect me to want to write certain things.
The (lewd, pornographic) story of how a man and a feisty caracal meet. I’d strongly advise making sure you agree with the tags before venturing further.
The (lewd, pornographic) story of how a man and a feisty caracal meet. I’d strongly advise making sure you agree with the tags before venturing further.
Knotty Hellhound 4
Now with spitroasting and other lewd things.
The Knotty Hellhound 3
A third part to the knotty hellhound ‘series.’ This time it’s Sybil’s turn to get a bone buried in her backyard.
The Knotty Hellhound 1&2
Sybil the knotty hellhound. In case you don’t get it, it’s a reference to wolf dicks and knots and a joke on ‘naughty hellhound.’ I’m clever, yes.
You’ve been warned, but if you like these sorts of things, it might be up your alley. Sounding is in the second part.
You’ve been warned, but if you like these sorts of things, it might be up your alley. Sounding is in the second part.