Burning for you - Heated ambitions
"memory like a sieve." she smiled back. "what time is it?" "i'm not too sure by human terms, but it's earlier than... midday i believe they call it. why? feeling hungry?" "not really."
A Beast in the Barnyard [COMMISSION]
Al was busy running a hydrovac across the lake of cum on the floor while jeff stood placed cum-soaked hay in a sieve over a tall pot, collecting every bit of semen that could be drained out of it.
Respawn (re-post, correct)
Drill, yoke, sieve, siren, loom. a lot of people in the system were named after tools. \*\*\* "my mom used to have these weird mood swings around chores," fran's best friend had told her one day.
Behooved - Part 4
It was leaking pre like a sieve already and had to be at least a foot long and several inches wide.
Selestral 1 - Genros Legacy - Chapter 5 - 7
The projectiles from them penetrate almost every material we know and make a sieve out of each one. we were lucky to get off so lightly. the standard rate of fire is 500 rounds per minute." "and what does that mean exactly?"
Milked for every last drop-A Flexible Survival story.
My cunt, leaked like a sieve down sundance's shaft, splashing the three of us with my squirting orgasms.
Sand Dollar Rich
"it simply means my emotions are felt through a sieve. a screen. i can thaw. i can feel more, bit by bit ... but never the full emotion. thaw," she repeated, "but not melt. it would turn me raw.
Echobright
The rest of my mind, however, was more transfixed by the way her long pointed ears were held rigidly upright, sieving the air for the faint echoes of her clicking tongue. as i drew near i saw her eyes: two featureless milky white pools.
Selestral 1 - Genros Legacy - Chapter 5, 6, 7
The bullets penetrate as well as the every material known to us and make a sieve from everybody of. we were lucky that we have so mildly come from it. the standard throughput is 500 shots per minute." "and what means this exactly?"
With Quiet, Lifting Mind
She's talking about a warped sieve. how do you say it -- _nami_. _odochogo nami_. your, ah..." "the meticulous shepherd? it's a myth. a thought experiment, spotty one. nothing more." rassulf shut his eyes, and rubbed with one paw at his temple.
My Sword, My Clan 12 - My First of Three
Voices however spilled forth from his head like a sieve for all around him to hear, the ghosts of the abbey howling of its past.
Spreading Transformation - Part II - Redux
She small cute pussy was leaking like a sieve. it felt cavernous enough behind those small pinks lips to drive a train into. her cervix now deeper inside of her than any human man could reach.