Dragon Four-some

Enryous roared as he pumped his cum into the indian goddess dragon, she whined, begging turned into a scream as she came with him. he allowed her to touch him, his chaos for a moment.

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De-Evolution - NaNo Day 14

The path became thin and hard to make out, but they kept following the indian down the hidden paths of the forest until they found themselves on a hill overlooking the valley.

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Himalaya

And they could see nepal directly beneath them, india to the south, the indian ocean disappearing from view even more to the south.

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A Wolfs Love Chp.1

He snickered and nodded, "ok mom have fun at work, hopefully you won't need technical support" he said in a cute indian accent. i giggled and finished eatting, "bye boys" mom said and left.

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Monster Veil

#25 of poetry this poem is specifically attempting an explanation at why every person and animal who's buried in the micmac indian burial ground of "pet sematary" returns evil. note: my only true literary influences are h.p.

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Stay Calm

_** **_epidemiological studies about the origin of the paraherpes seem to indicate that the disease originated to the indian subcontinent, where a large number of cases have been reported.

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Mother part 3

"you know, maybe what they said was right about those indian stories.

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A Change of Vantage

indian-number-two shrugged, "we don't have enough evidence at this point to say if she _did_ or _didn't_ do anything. all we know is that miles is dead and that we've lost contact with his mate.

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Hang-Ball and Greedy A Folktale Retold

The end this story was basted on an indian folktale called **hang-ball and greedy** from **the panchatantra of vishnu sharma** i hope you enjoyed my version

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Lion, Tiger and Bears, oh my, part 2

 â â â â i looked at the indian boy i was holding against the wall with one hand. i wasn't fast enough for the other man's taste and he pressed the barrel of the revolver harder against my skull.

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Lonely Oak Chapter 28

She hissed, "i mean my indian-style flute!" "i didn't touch that one either," he replied. "did you forget?" ms. miskerwitz questioned, her voice quip and stern.

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