Chapter 67 The Supple Virgin
The foxes kneeling and bowing screamed softly and pointed at the sky when two silhouettes passed over the moon, one after the other. but they did not retreat.
A Morning with Dragomir
A shadow passed over head and his hopes were dashed as the giant clawed hand wrapped around him and the hot member.
Delos
A few lazy flaps sent him rising up over buildings, speeding along at a good clip, until he was passing over smaller houses, and ultimately empty land entirely.
Trust
Carefully he positioned the looped middle of the rope between her shoulder blades, then coiled the ends around her torso, passing over her folded wings, her upper arms, and her chest just above her breasts.
Dran and Mist - Chapter Twelve - Angel
It was night, the sky filled with clouds of black and purple, a shower of sparks passing over the shade of a crescent moon as the fire cast smoke into the london air. "brother...?"
Amani Hospitality
Still, their throbbing presences remained and amplified when the drakkari passed over them... or opened them again, ceaselessly dragging onto the skin. it wasn't love, not exactly. it wasn't hate, not at all.
Dark Descent - Chapter 5
They passed over the plains south of viridian, which eventually broken by the thicket of forests that the region was known for.
Kingdom Animalia
Smoke passed over the stage as four unidentifiable shapes appear in the smoke, they all took their places on the stage and people were surprised as they couldn't define anything of the people on stage.
The Man from Lycan Guard
Kir gave out a growl as the other's hot flesh passed over his face, his tongue passing over the throbbing length every chance he got, each taste of the male causing a little more hair to sprout over his body; the already thick coating of hair on the
PMD: Wildfire - Chapter 9
Zira shouted as she passed over cyril. "be careful!" cyril shouted back. _no shit,_ zira thought. if she got hit by those pulse cannons, there wouldn't be much left of her except for ashes.
Arrows (Kreet 25)
But the arrow did not pass over her head - it struck her squarely on one horn, twisting her head around hard. she instinctively felt the horn where the arrow had connected and noticed the notch there, but she had no time to care.
The Dying Game
As long as it continued meandering towards the not so distant ocean, it cared not for all the passed over, quenched lives in its embrace. above the muddy water, the young, two-legged palomino equine on the bridge sat and stared.