Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 30 of 37

The speakers thumped out the familiar deep bass and counterpoint hi-hat claps. synths glissandoed a melody. lights spun and flashed as bodies twisted, shifted, slid, writhed under their multicolored spectrum.

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The Chase

His voice had lowered to a soft and deep, reassuring bass rumble.

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Cosmolube

A red light flashed, a blue one, a pink one, heavy bass from the song, more german talking about sex, and a set of paws became illuminated by glowing wrist bands. high trilly notes backed by a pounding bass, two glowing green balls became illuminated.

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Payload

With a deep bass moan, the feline came. thick blasts of warm cum sprayed over the top of his ears. the first few jets struck a large oak tree that shook with the force of the blasts.

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The Swaying Doll

No more dropping bass, but rather a rhythm that she found - or it found her - and she started moving along to it. sway, sway, pop. sway, sway, pop.

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12 Vores of Christmas, Tenth Vore of Christmas, Bear

Don swallowed, though the grip about his neck made it hard to finish the movement of swallowing as he looked into those dark eyes, still half asleep and yet so very dangerous as he heard the dark deep bass rumble from within the large ribcage as dave spoke

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Wastelands-The Final Chapter

We jumped on the sam houston toll way from bass pro to bypass the last traffic jam, ending up on the wrong side of the freeway, where no cars were present. "we're going the wrong way", eirren giggled.

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A Hero's Reward Part VIII: Regret is Pointless...

"if it ain't the ace on the bass! c'mon in you two!" aaron said suavely, waving the couple in. keller stopped drumming, as everyone gazed over to the door.

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14 Overgrown

Dragonflies half a meter in length buzzed about, their wings creating a bass-heavy buzz as they went. beetles the size of small horses wandered about.

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09 Swing

All he heard from behind was the bass-heavy laughter of a demon, fading into the distance.

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Motormouth

Microphone before me "this is our first gig, so be patient" i look outward to the stoned crowd the lead guitarist in our band hits a power cord and the first song begins "this is a number entitled you are" i mumble suddenly the bass

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