Foxy Lady

You are anon yandel mous, though you sign anon y. mous. you live in the midwestern united states, in northwest missouri, right where it touches the corner of iowa. you'd been lucky, you suppose.

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Laissez Dare

\>for a moment a shot of fear jolts down your spine, but then she turns and looks up at you, head resting on your chest and eyes laughing. \> “it took us long enough, anon, so let's do it right. carry me, anon, like a fucking fairy tale."

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Father fucking revenge

"close your eyes, anon." >you close them in anticipation, a nervous erection (and a pillow) the only thing between you and a consummated marriage. you two traded blowjobs before, but this could mean anything.

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Gulp

He roughly grabbed anon's chin and pulled him into a forceful kiss. bowser shoved his heavy tongue deep into anon's mouth, and the bitter and salty taste of the koopa's seed came with it. anon loudly gulped and opened his mouth as wide as he could.

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Love me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 8)

You call out as you try to catch up with her \>god dammit she's fast \>"i can smell her anon! come on!"

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Ursa Major

[greentext] when it's time for hibernation, anon helps his roommate prepare for her extended slumber.

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Good Pet

Pressing it against her belly, she felt the pulse of anon's massive adamant girth through her skin. at last, the mysterious male reached his limit.

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