After the Storm - Part 29 [The Face of Terror]
harrison heard his dad repeat once more. "please... forgive me." without warning, harrison felt the older garchomp's hand leave his back followed by the sound of a gun cocking and then _bang!
After the Storm - Part 20 [The Interview - Part 1]
Jason let harrison's statement simmer in his mind for a moment... until he remembered why the sceptile promised to meet with him in the first place. "it's that downside thing... isn't it?" he asked with a grim expression. "yes..." harrison nodded.
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 3
Tik tik narrows her eyes toward miss harrison. "how much?" miss harrison produces her own blood-red pen. she licks the tip and then scratches some numbers down.
Fucking Machine/Milking Stream Story 2: The Correction Cube
Blind as a bat, harrison couldn't see what they were doing around him.
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 10
Miss harrison heeds her call, quirking an eyebrow. "yes?" "how much of it was real?" tik tik asks. "the dream and seeing you and being tikvah and being tik tik, and sucking off a goat guy?" miss harrison chuckles.
There's a Werewolf in Dad's Basement (Part 2)
Kaden pumped so much cum into harrison, his belly bulged.
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 2
"unfortunately, i'm a busy woman," says miss harrison, scrawling away at the board, "we haven't the time, nor you the funds, for me to waste it on such frivolities." "funds?" miss harrison spins around, tapping the board again. "focus, tik tik.
Fly on New Wings
Suddenly, the stepping stops. -- luke, it's harrison. listen, i really need you to let me in. harrison ? wow, whatever got to him, he really sounds out of it.
Fallen - Chapter 4 - Changes
harrison exhaled in disbelief.
Tik Tik's Taxing Adventure 8
"you caused us quite a scare, tik tik," miss harrison says. tik tik opens the door, tapping a foot. "so, we jumped through the portal, and then what? who is your boss? the ceo of that building?" miss harrison frowns.
Hit Stop
harrison rubbed the spot his palm just chastised, then struck it again right in the same spot. the clap echoed off the asphalt and concrete to his right, and died in the trees to his left.
Stud Club
Devon's head moved up and down, equally matching harrison bouncing up and down garret's length. the young horse had a nice view of harrison's rear, holding his paws on the black horse's hips.