Self Serve
Muscle swelled across my form, settling in under those layers of fat to swell up what was once a doughy little pipsqueak into the very pinnacle of bear-wrestling mountain-man.
Beckoning Call
Even at his age, he was still the great mountain man & survivalist that others praised.
Hidden: Chapter 4
He stood at 6'5 had jet black hair and despite the stereotypes about russians, he was not some burly mountain man who drank nothing but vodka. no, he was muscular, but lean like a swimmer and preferred not to drink, only taking a sip on holidays.
Pet of the Tentacles Ch2
The year was 1858, and his first captive was a mountain man living a simple and solitary life in the wild west. he was named richard scoresby, and he had seen 31 summers at the time of his capture.
Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Thankfully my balls did first.my fingers were tangled in her coat as i slammed away like a old, horny mountain man. heck, under these conditions, i would have done a trapped sasquatch and would have been completely happy with it.
Condoms Not Required
Sami slid a little closer to me just as the doe in the movie was getting chainsawed by the mythical creature, mountain man.
Blood Moon
Those in the town he was just in thought he was a brawny mountain man, but unknown to him the person following him knew exactly what he was.
George the Jungle Man
"yeah, call for me mountain man," turtek taunted, "you like me touching you?" "yeah," panting, i opened my eyes to his playful grin, "yeah, i do."
Beckoning Night
Not that it put him out any, the scout wanted this mountainous man. then the hand let him go and he slumped back against the tree as he coughed.
Fur and Feather
Worthless was wandering loose, sans the mountain man who normally occupied the spot on his back. amos was down in the sioux camp, discussing human things. equines had more sense and fewer inhibitions in doing what was necessary.
Gumiho: Our Life Has Just Begun (4)
As i continued, i heard the drag of his shoulders across the bed, shrinking away, literally heard the sheets moving as his form shriveled down from the mountain man of three quarter hours ago, into the stinking varmint he was now becoming.
One Night at Pigg's
Yet as the mountainous man approached, he flashed a smile that was barely visible through his facial hair. when he spoke, his voice was surprisingly melodious, not nearly as bass-heavy as nick would have expected from a man of his stature.