The Plan
"fine," pluvian relented after a moment and put away his tools. his project was done, he'd just been giving it a last once over.
Chapter 4 - Should've Read The Contract
The tools were actually fake and came from a somewhat well-designed play-kit, as so the actors using the tools didn't run the risk of harming any other actors.
The Victoria Chronicles - 09, Caged
It was an incredibly advanced tool after all, but to learn that it was a rudimentary intelligence was still a bit surprising. the tool would periodically make little whistles and chirps.
Opossum Matters
Her hands slid from your plain creamy belly to your plush thighs, acting as a brace as your tool prodded the entrance of her throat as she reached your medial ring.
Food Chain: Praise be to Hector
There's not enough tools for all of us." hope said, noticing that we still had 13 members left, and only 9 tools in which to help us out.
Repressed Emotion
It had to be a combination because she went still on my tool and i felt her body quivering. (seriously, it's like she turned into a constricting wet vibrator on me).
Army of Cuteness Part 6
My legs dangled over the edge of the chair, and from my new vantage point i could see tools resting on shelves all around the room. combs, brushes, make-up kits, scissors, aerosol cans, as well as far stranger tools.
A Strange Present
A large paw gently wrapped around the sensitive item, gently squeezing the thick meaty tool.
Sleeping Bartan Session
His purrs deepen as that belly rounds up, that tool slipping out further and releasing beads of pre over itself and the lower end of that swelling underside.
Drunken Lullabies #7
Each wave nearly pushing that tool out in all directions by at least 3 inches! length, height, girth, all being pushed outwards to upsize the bear's already massive tool!
The endless night.
He had large pockets, but with a small amount of tools within, such as multi tools, a perfect example of which would be a swiss army knife.
Bartan MJ
Pulling on your length a little harder and trying to get that knot of yours to plop out loudly, already drenched from the constant pre fluids running down your tool.