Chapters tagged dickgirl

After all that? Fat chance. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 91

"Well, damn. Looks like Irons knew what he was doing in there," the latex cop muttered behind Dawn, leaving the thoroughly ass-fucked dickgirl confused. What did she...? "Alright, let me give you a hand. Can't leave you lying around like this." With that, she wrapped one arm aro...

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To a den of depravity and horniness - Dawn's frat house. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 92

"Uh, I dunno..." Dawn replied, unsure of what to do. She could barely move, so wherever they went, she'd probably have to be carried out of the car. "But... taking a nap sounds good? I need to recover before you fuck my ass again." "Who says I will?" The latex cop replied while...

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Who knows - they get interrupted before she can finish. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 96

Dawn's sticky cock was slowly softening, leaving a glistening trail of pearly cum on her abdomen as it shrank to a size that was _still_ dwarfing most men. The frat slut couldn't help but smirk as she reclined the armchair until she was almost lying down - seriously, this whole s...

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Some problems are just unsolvable. Particularly if you're distracted by, say, a latex babe bouncing on your cock. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 99

Feeling Jakob's dripping cock jerk and lurch in her hand, Dawn quickly switched her mouth over to the white, trembling shaft. He was obviously about to cum, and Dawn wouldn't waste a single drop of her sticky reward! Her puffy lips had barely sealed themselves around the thick me...

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The two take stock of their changes. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 81

Roy smiled back at his girlfriend - she was oh so right: Not only did his cock feel much more sensitive, he also had two additional ones that felt just as good, if not even better! All of them were now finally going flaccid, the new ones slowly shrinking and retreating into his b...

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Another Round VII. by FlatCap90210

Chapter 12

The polycule sat around the once again messed up table, dazed and panting. Tyler's canine tongue hung from his muzzle as his four dicknipples retreated into his bust, mirrored by the animalistic rod between his legs disappearing into his sheath, fluffy tail twitching weakly where...

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