The Internship...

That rich, deep voice again rang out, echoing in the cavernous glass paned office, rich and impossibly thick like poured molasses. "aye... patched me up well enough after iraq, so i figured i'd keep her."

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With No Working Title - Ch3 Preview

Words came out like molasses to dawn's ears and then she felt a pulse emanate from her body again. it rolled over the her body like a red wave, lighting up her nerve endings and quickly fading.

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Summer nights and werewolf delights chapter 3

Moaning out as her cervix was getting drilled as chris was yanking her hips back and with a very loud pop, his knot sunk into her canine pussy as his tip entered her womb sightly as it blasted out close to three cups of cum, it being the consistency of cold molasses

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Cross League Exhibition - Demotion

A voice said, zeb tried to turn her head to see where it came from, but it felt like she was encased in molasses. so rather, the figure walked into her view, and what a view it was!

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Amphibious Aberration

It felt like his mind was wading through something as thick as molasses. "you don't remember your old friend?" the frog creature bent in close enough for james to see the black and green patterning on his slick and glistening hide.

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Silk Doesn't Tear

"breakfast," said jamal on his way out of the room, sounding as if he was drowning in molasses. the rest were gone. dustin laughed, a little, and climbed down from the web-bed by a handy rope of silk.

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Hunting Trip

The ground was trying to suck her paws into the soft earth so that she felt as if she were walking through molasses. she was shaking as cold wrapped around her and she stumbled forward before splaying all four legs to try and hold herself upright.

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Dog Gone (11)

It clung to my throat as if i had taken a spoonful of molasses. the ashy taste in my mouth lingered even more so after every word i choked out. "sorry about that." he turned to face me.

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Night is the Time for Killing

Crane, but i couldn't seem to find the energy, and my words poured out muffled and thick like molasses. "the weak?" laughed crane, "quite the contrary." he pointed to his stomach where two shirt buttons struggled to keep a bulging belly inside.

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Murder at the Speed of Life, part 3

The air was ripe with notes of molasses, grass and hay. but he knew his allergy would react to the airborne strands of fur and animal dandruff within minutes. he stopped to gasp a quick puff of ventoline.

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