Surprise Stall
For once asher didn't have his shit eating grin. he was whimpering, panting, moaning. he moved forward and came down, a swollen, puffy, aching black hole stretching over blake's newly minted cock.
Drunk on You
A shit eating grin, like he just figured out a grand theory to understand everything blared out in jeran's face as his hand was guided to the bulge between the otter's legs.
Tears and blood chapter 2 of yo silva chronicles.
The force of the impact completely severed his head causing it to fall to the ground right at his feet with the shit eating smile still firmly plastered on it.
The Bet Part 1: Sunday
Mordecai just grinned that shit-eating grin. "you lost the bet. you have to."
CoD - WIP
He has a funny look smeared across his muzzle that turns into a shit eating grin when i ask what so funny. "nothin duude, i guess you're \*urp\* just happy to see meh tonigh..." _he's slurring really good tonight,_ i thought.
BloodShed. Chapter Two.
"wipe that shit eating grin off your face, it was sickening, did you forget it was my living room?!" quietly spat christoph, angrily placing the glass down on the table with a clunk.
His Favorite Shirt
He winked and flashed me a nice, shit-eating grin as he drooled all over it. what a fucking mutt. my slobbery pillow fell to the floor as he opened his mouth again, this time to scold me. "whoa, whoa! i told you i was comin' over.
A Day of Fun
Vector asked the lion with the same shit eating grin. the lion was speechless. his once golden fur was a sickly pale color. he put up no fight as vector slid the lions feet into the slit of his cock.
Staying the Night for Observation
Drek stood above with that shit-eating grin across his face. drek reached down and grabbed my limp, lifeless body. i was about to be raped right here in a public hospital with no way to get the attention of people on the other side of the wall.
Charlie's Angels, Chapter One
"you work for charles townsend at the townsend detective agency, yeah don't worry, i have heard of you guys, so you are offering me a job with the agency right, well i'm sure that the shit eating draft horse has told you that i have a real problem with authority
Tribal Expression, prt. 1
Smiling, grinning that facetious grin (shit-eating grin) that byron loved, he moved in to make contact. a hand was thrusted out toward him, but he didn't know whether to trust it. he held it by the tips and interlocked it.
To Fight a Champion
Magnus laughed before giving off that trademark shit-eating grin. "bro, he was hard the whole damn match with me. i'm sure he won't object if it comes up. now go home and rest, ya overgrown leprechaun. i'll see ya next week at lucian's."