Ranch Hand
She put both hands over aaron's hand between her legs. he could feel her wetness through her jeans as she lay panting in his lap, catching her breath. a few moments later, she ran a hand up his muscled arm and whispered, "i want you inside me."
An Experienced Hand
"well, she wasn't used to being bred and our fellow is still young, so he can be a handful. over eager." he threw down one bale, and used his foot to nudge the other one off, his hands clapping together as he did so.
Death's Hand
The dwo reached over and put her hand on his shoulder as the mission commander pulled the bird away from the smoldering, radioactive ruins of beijing. "hey?"
Helping Hands
He felt the hands now grip his rear with a harsh massage, the drill beginning to move faster and faster, nearly exiting from him only to delve back inside, the hands releasing his rear.
Old Hand
He was eager to repeat the experience and owen was eager to help, both hands now on his cock.
Hands On Study
Of course, he also knew that at the end of this 'hands on study' session they couldn't leave any evidence behind on the floor. his partner, on the other hand, seemed to have forgotten about that little detail.
A Helping Hand
Jim continued down her flank, running a hand along her back the way anyone used to being around horses would do, and let the hand linger by her tailbase. "think she's in heat, tom?"
Pharm Hands
Dustin noticed the jar in his hands and smiled. "good idea, i think it's time for another helping." kevin grinned, "yeah, right. here you go." he said handing it over. dustin quickly mixed up two glasses and handed one to kevin who just shrugged.
Ranch Hands
I cried out loudly as cody's hand pressed down on my head, furthering my pin into the floor.
Hand of Love
#2 of hand poems this is the second of the hand poems. (tanka 5-7-5-7-7) **it was in that hand** **where all the fear left my soul,** **where i felt at home,** **where i found the peace to sleep,** **where i found a true angel.** [!
Hand of Guidence
#1 of hand poems this is the first of two "hand" poems and the first of much of my poetry which i plan to begin uploading to sf over time.
In Good Hands
Andy felt like he must have been drooling onto his desk, his hands gripping the polished wood so tightly part of his mind worried he was leaving claw marks.