Master's Pet
sangria takes 210 days to orbit terradyne.
In His Service
If it weren't for the bits of fruit bobbing in the sangria, it could have been mistaken for blood. the ursine's father was a gambler, and when his money ran out, he turned to less reputable sources to get more.
Midnight Solace
Kester's sheath began to bulge like reggie's copacetic muscles for the equine wore nothing but tight, sangria boxers. the bulge created by reggie's sheath - which housed a monstrous twelve inch cock - was very prominent.
Dane, Bertie, and Daria: Three's Company
By the time dane came out from the back with a case of sangria, a familiar otter face was sitting at the bar.
Breaking Down
We do have some homemade sangria, if you want it, but even that is for flavor more than alcohol; the way we make it, it's about six to ten proof. warming, not actually intoxicating." "from the outside, any group can look like a cult."
Nace's Story (a sneak peek): Six
"sangria?" ciero offered. he sipped. "oh, that's nothing like sangria." "sangria isn't _punch_, ciero," the copper said. "no, but that's what you _mean_ . . ." "aren't they adorable?" dulio broke in, grinning at nace.
Ein Wolf in der Falz - For King and Country
He sat down just as a waiter came by, and the cat ordered a pitcher of sangria. "i was just eighteen living in liverpool when kansas broke out." william forged a weak smile. "so for better or worse, i missed out."
Connie the Hormone Monstress vs. El Orgazmo
But in that brief moment of post-coital euphoria that left her head blissfully clouded, all that connie wanted to do was slip herself into a hot bubble-bath with a pitcher of sangria and a lizzo cd. "nnnnnnghhhhh...
Commission Zone: Cradle Robberz 1
His black business suit meshed with the sangria hue of his fur, a white undershirt standing out as the only bright hued part of his appearance. a pair of cinnamon eyes stared over the group, as the wolf tilted his head. "so you're my three o'clock, eh?
Rayner's Way: Chapter 8 - Heading Home
"better than expected," rayner whispered as gab put his ears back and looked away awkwardly, "you were right about the sangria." "i'm glad," olive cheerfully said, "what type was it?" "red," rayner said quietly, "it was blueberry."
The Worth of Self-Worth
Anyway, i talked to tony and sangria and simsy, and they said they didn't get one. see, it's hand-signed by the ceo guy.
EndBringer - Verse Eight - Herzeleid
The vixen tasted fruity, like sangria, and the otter was briefly thankful that he couldn't detect the cigarette she'd been sucking back earlier. it occurred to richard that his own mouth was probably less savoury by comparison...