Rebirth ch34
She then reached over to that of her chest, plucked something out from it, then handed whatever she'd plucked from her chest to me. i could see that the item that she'd plucked from her chest was that of a single feather.
Nobility of Femininity
I was a little disappointed that she still wasn't taking any initiative with me; i could have used some wandering fingers plucking at my hungry mare-lips. still, i couldn't say no to an eager and willing submissive.
Don't Enable Magic Animals
A pair of silver earrings and a silver necklace she plucked from the jewelry box and wore with a proud smile.
The Dancing Slave Pt3
The wolf had taken them from her as easily as if he had been plucking fruit from a tree. the shame still ate at her.
Berry Thief
"well, i tried popping them beneath my feet and i've tried plucking them, but your stubborn berries just won't give. hmmm... oh, i got it. i'll burst them the way anyone burst berries. i'll chew them up!"
Warriors Dawning Chpt 4
**chapter four** twigpaw groaned silently to himself as he continued plucking borage leaves, an herb used for helping queens produce more milk for their kits and, occasionally, helping cure fevers.
Anal Assimilation
Flopping down at the side of the clearing, all four legs spread out to the sides, torin started reaching out and plucking different plants with his mouth.
A Vulpesaur's Nap - medium poem
A smile creeps across his face as he reaches over and plucks a frond. the fern fronds makes the perfect snack, for the perfect day after the perfect nap. written by: fane star
Salem Rose Host Club: "The Performance."
I absentmindedly plucked another key of the piano.
Personal Assistant
One paw reached up to pluck his cigar out and dumped it into the tray, doing the same to chester's. he pulled back slowly and took a step back to admire his handiwork.
A Curious Fleet: Nagru/Silvamord
The rats see her plucking at her belt, tying and retying it, hoping she will feel it getting tighter; she picks at her chestfur and it comes out with no more ease than usual. on the forty-eighth day of nothing, sicant overhears her weeping.
a poem for sass
She glanced my way such a sight breath taking and indescribable he had his arm around her waist and her hand on his leg they where happy and they where in love for an instant i thought for taking her from him a beautiful flower who petals i could pluck