Welcome to the Abyss

He fumbled for a moment, finally managing to stare the feline down himself, "sir, there's usually some sort of indication of an external power drain.

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That November morning.

* * * may sound weird, but i do not like fumbling about and talking a lot. so i shall fast forward at this point, and cut to the chase. which is simple. he liked me. and so did i.

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Sometimes Bad things Happen on Halloween

As one of the fumbling creatures takes a hold of the weapon the man had used to degrade them into mere playthings, the screams begin anew.

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Dulak's Dick, Infected

He shouted at the top of his lungs as he fumbled, trying to get a finger into his ear to grab or pin the tail of the worm, but it was already too far in.

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A better world part 2

I fumbled for words to say, and the rottweiler fumbled with his can of spraypaint. it fell from his hand, hit the sidewalk and rolled. the sound shattered the stillness of the empty air. \*\*

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Transformation Story: The Sex-Bot Dragon

He fumbled around, his hands reaching for something, anything, to help him out, but it was like fumbling around with a twenty pound weight in each hand. and it wasn't like vassk was giving him a break, either.

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Chapter 27

Enya fumbled to get the rest of the gown off, backing yuri to the bed as she worked. yuri allowed herself to be pressed down on the rose petals. the movement did not break the kiss.

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Symbiotic Lion

He feebly tried to fight off the yellow goo as it spread over his exposed cock and balls with the fumbling hand paws he now donned.

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02B - Back to Work

Purity began to fumble clumsily at his trousers, eyes locked on the rat.

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Open for Business Chapter 1 The First Time

fumbling around, she found the vibrator, one of the many toys she kept stashed in each room. she leaned over, holding her cock still down her throat, feeling her body pointlessly trying to draw air.

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Low

My fingers promptly fumbled it, and the leather pouch fell to the ground. i glanced at it distractedly for a moment, wondering why exactly i'd wanted it in the first place.

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Home Again

He fumbled with the textbook stuffed with sheets in his hand, 'next semester? he left it behind.' he managed to finally blurt out, cheeks reddening as the curves of bethanie stood before his eyes. 'of course dale, of course!'

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