Sulphira's War: Chapter 3
"i hate those, they're too...gritty," she said. celina laughed. "good morning, my lord," jallek greeted them warmly. they all looked surprised. "good morning...jallek," zellamus said hesitantly.
Fudge Camp 2
The pungent gold fluid turned green as the brownish gritty shit coated his dick and made hmm fuck harder still.
Dragon Charity Work Part 1
She liked her job to be honest, even the gritty parts where a dragon must be slain. she liked a civil chat with the perspective dragon, but she also enjoyed sparing the innocent from the temperament of those that have succumbed to greed.
Another Day, Another Dollar
Knowing that shi hand to clean those out as well, shi dipped hir muzzle down again, shuddering as hir tongue curled into the ridge and scooped out the gritty mess, tasting surprisingly heavily of his musty and salty foot sweat.
The Hole In The Wall
When they pulled back, the tongue danced along the tip, catching the most sensitive spots on his cocktip and smearing his gritty pre all over to add to the friction.
Dirty Dealing
He started to lick more, working his tongue over the surface with a twisted grimace…not just the taste, but the texture, that dick was rough and gritty, a little abrasive, and the fluid had some kind of dust or something in it that clung to his mouth.
Tracy's Treatment
It had a gritty texture and tasted bland and watery. tracy was hungry, so he was glad to eat something even though it was unappealing.
An Experiment In Retribution 1 - New Protocol
“hah, he can try all he wants, i’d be happy to give him a gritty load when he does,” cackled palus. “suck harder, slut, you know you love my taste.” jason heard it all, couldn’t really respond to it beyond a slight shudder down his spine.
To that fine, fine music
But a stopover at the gritty, rundown tartarus station comes with its own reasons to reconsider. you gotta count a jaguar's spots somehow...
Commission: Revisionary Research Part 4
Slater was working him open more and more, that slit inflaming and yawning open to take more and more of the rhydon in, the dry and gritty shaft flaying that sensitive flesh harder than anything fyrick had ever felt.
A Most Courteous Apocalypse
Her features were asymmetrical and smooth from erosion, and the gritty blue marbles that she had for eyes rolled this way and that in her head.
Doin' the dirty.
Kiriban Prize for Jag; Doin' the dirty. © Tsumi Moogle 2009. Characters © their owners. Streams of neon light cut through the hazey and dusty air of the darkened room. Striping across the kid's back, he's bobbing, but his heart's not in it. Why...