Exposure - Chapter Five. The Half-Moon Tribe. His hips began to thrust upwards from the bed, trying to force the encircling fur to stimulate him more, but the ring suddenly lowered itself to his cock-base and held him down firmly. No part may be reproduced in any form without explicit written permission. On the Hunt by PunishedVarmint Fandoms: I could feel it first filling me up and then gushing out. Hangin Out.
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Where there was once trash talk is now only stark silence and faint sounds of two young wolves trying to adjust themselves so one another do not see the hard as stone cocks that are now in the room.