The Green Hour
That hour ... that perfect moment of anticipation. of momentum. and, for all field knew, their yiff (that was more than a yiff) seemed to last that long. an hour. maybe it had only been minutes. he couldn't be sure. he couldn't focus.
Free For The Hour
Guys had come before they had even sucked on their cock and a blowjob from alain could easily last an hour or so. "do-don't you need to be back at the club?" reuben whimpered. "i'm free for the hour; in two ways."
After Hours
It was evening, an hour after the cafeteria (where he worked, of course) had closed. and it was just him and one other student. they were on closing duty tonight. luck of the draw. it was all so standard, so ... well, boring, really.
After Hours
After hours by: jizzal for: friskyfox frisky is â© himself heretic is â© himself "they should label the bathrooms more easily, this place is too big," frisky muttered under his breath while he slid off his shirt.
After Hours
Over the next half an hour brynn teased her increasingly desperate friend to the heights of pleasure again and again, denying her the sweet release that she so craved.
Happy hour
Happy hour sara, a well endowed horse walks down the street revealing most of hir breast making men pop rock hard boners and hir skirt bulges with a horse sized meat making all the woman drool with desire.
The Seventh Hour
200 hours for each minute?" said fox. "help me out moira, that would be ..." "one million, one hundred and fifty thousand hours," said moira.
Hour of Twilight
All of us one day will have their hour of twilight that singular moment where you sit back and look back at you life remembering.
Crush Hour
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The Desperate Hours
The large, powerful lion looked through the observation window into the hospital room beyond, his forepaw clenched desperately into a fist pressed against the glass, his face caught somewhere between terror and rage. The body in the bed beyond lay...
Cocktail Hour
Cocktail hour summer had just begun, the air had warmed to a point where sweaters no longer needed to be worn and birds started to sing in earnest.
Office Hours
The slim built jackal slipped into the office carefully balancing a stack of papers, dressed in tight black pants and an equally tight black low cut shirt, which had presently ridden up a little leaving some of the jackal's midriff exposed. A light...