My Story Ch1
Then i grab a pop-tart and head for mark and adam's house on my wa ouyt i run right into them. "what the hell!? i though we were gonna meet at your house?" i said "well, cam wanted to see where you lived."
Unexpected Studies
Seeing that nobody is awake he grabs a pop-tart and eats it while heading out the door. a new experience! after stepping off the bus he stares at the large structure in front of him and looks around at all the other students around.
Dawn of a New Age: Honor
"your apprentice is a delicious little tart. maybe that's why you picked her? having a little fun on the side while your mate was away?" my growl was weak but heartfelt.
Poem #22: Violence
Slain not a value to gain now nothing is the same reality that misery will drain many reasons to blame since violence has came there is nothing to show of the wounds ill-fame no reasons to know control yet to sew temptation so tart
Suck (M/M)
The hood smelled like vaguely chemical rubber and that hot, tart smell of sour spit, mixed with a much more aromatic and musky smell that proved i certainly wasn't the first person to wear it. it was intensely hot.
The Outlander 2 19
After many rounds of trifles and tarts, the play reached the final scene. the dragon kings had followed the cow demon shiyu to his realm and had challenged him to a contest and won.
Nura's Conquest
She fed him the final piece of fruit tart and licked the last of the whipped cream off the fork. "well, richard," she said, "i've had a great time. surely you wouldn't mind walking me home?"
Rover Takes Over Again
The taste was bitter and tart. he took another couple steps closer, burying his loins over my face. all of his soft belly fur was covering my head. i think the only thing you would have been able to see would have been my ear's sticking out the sides.
Pokemon Breeding Guide: Arcanine
Rather than dwell on the deep philosophical quandaries, olin would much rather recall the grasping wetness of her near-equine cunt and the tarte flavour of her femcum.
Tales of Torrnal: Chapter 2
They were quite tart, but kept us in good spirits to eat while walking. as the evening drew near, the line of trees north and west of us grew closer and taller until we were in a meadow bordering the woods.
Wolf Pack: Part 1
I drank down his tart and sweet alpha cream down my throat until i couldn't handle it anymore, i pulled away. a few other jet streams of his cum splashed across my face and muzzle before i backed away.
A Big Situation Handled Well
Musky, bitter precum from the bunny's stallion side coated qhala's tongue and filled her senses with its tart flavor. qhala closed her eyes.