I'm the Meat, You're the Teeth
His head was more like a knife, as though the center of his skull was replaced by a big, curved blade. shit. still, the collaboration of muscle and meat didn’t move, save to bend down and pick up an object. “dropped this, numeat.”
Not Much Happens
My eyes flew open wide when a big, curved bottle made of glass slipped right out of the bag and onto the dirt.
Left
My weight was resting on his hips, his warm crotch supporting my ass, and his big, curved dick was in to the hilt, the bend of it causing it to prod a spot that i didn't even know i had, an incredible, life-altering spot.
The Holy Knight
At the end, however, was a set of big wood doors, and as the dane swung them open, it appeared we were on the top of a very high balcony, brightly lit and overlooking two big, curving staircases, going down.