The Truck Stop
I smile and reply "oh, there's more where that came from... if you've got more of those fifties." i say in my sweetest of voices. he looks torn, and i can imagine the mental question: beer or sex?
Small Town Sheriff, Big Problems: Chapter 5: Showdown
The fifty cal turned toward the balcony and swept it with fire, killing all 8 of the gunmen waiting to ambush the swat.
Ignition
fifty bucks." he only had twenty, but he figured he needed to be someone's protege, anyway.
It sets my mind to wander...
I was six-fifty on my paa, ok? six goddamned fifty. what do you want me to be doing?" she looked up, finally, with an accusing glare. "what are you, anyway? class three?"
Kitai's hope chapter 2
Yea there was a chance of being caught, but fifty bucks was fifty bucks. i reached up and pulled his pants open. pulling his boxers down i was met by the smell of the panthers musk.
Patreon 4 - Macross Xilimyth
"macross fifty-two, this is z-72 tinycat also requesting docking clearance." after several long moments of silence, a slightly annoyed sounding woman's voice cut through the static of empty space. "this is macross fifty-two.
The Farmer's Favor
The rest of the pigs filed up in a slow procession, the numbers steadily going downward as each passed—a couple at four fifty, a few at three fifty, the weakest around three hundred… i hesitated as my turn came.
Do You Want To Find Out How I Got My Nickname: "Orion the Protector?"
The thought of running the fifty yards back on the slippery rocks was not an easy pill to swallow either, and both canines felt the same sense of impending disaster.
Washroom Break
The dog was amazed to see he was holding a cum coated fifty dollar bill. the guard took the bill and shoved it into jacob's mouth before pushing him down onto the toilet seat. the rino dropped his pants and knelt down in front of the dog.
D.E1/LOTVS Crossover: Prologue
There would be a fifty-fifty chance for this to succeed. but to this point, there was no choice. the creature floated back out of the cockpit and got hold of an environmental armor suit. he wore it as fast as he had never done it before.
Minimum Wage Wrestling #8
They both go to lift, but bunbuns, just too heavy for the fifty-year-olds. they both pant heavily but go for a second attempt but once again, the bunny remains grounded.
Insomnia
"we have fifty damn dollars to our name. fifty.. you and that fucking son of yours-" yahir's tone dropped considerably, through the doorframe, he could see him bare his teeth. "our son. don't you dare drag him into this, you.."