Lurking in the Mud - Turn the Tables
#4 of lurking in the mud **mud larking - no. 4** garn & story © russet jag © jagkitty jag checked the piece of paper held in one paw for a third time then looked down the winding track that curved away out of sight behind a thick stand
Those Three Words (Origins)
Now though, its quiet and peaceful once more, with the sky lark's singing the loudest things to be heard for almost miles around.
Cry of the Rose A Lark's Dream Chapter Three
The third chapter of cry of the rose a lark's dream and it includes my first yiff scene. tiger awoke with a start, the back of his head was throbbing from where chan had stuck him.
Cry of the Rose A lark's Dream Chapter Two
#2 of cry of the rose the second chapter of a lark's dream, the second book of cry of the rose. enjoy you guys. chan-li, watched the scene unfolding from the safety of a nearby rooftop.
Molested and fucked by the wolverine of Acme Acers
The big muscular wolverine sounded happy as a lark and content, which was a good sign cause i wanted to make it out of the cave alive so that i could share my experience with my friends. i wrapped my legs around him.
minotaur and blue dragon
Sounds like a lark." he replied. "great. let's get going then stud," minotuar remarked.
Snow Bound, Day Two
Her front paws were flopping wildly, and on a lark, i leaned forward and grabbed them. she didn't fight me, allowing me to pull back on her upper body as i worked.
A Date at Da Vinci
Maggie pulled off her ring, and on a lark, placed it against her ear. "what are you doing?" edward asked, keeping his voice low.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty
"get ethan to the grand lark!" mcgus roared without taking his eyes off me. "tell them what's happening!" legion watched with a smirk as my friends flung open the door, escaping into mauldibamm. "that," i said, "was a wasted effort.
Henry Rider: Clown Hunter, Chapter Thirty Three
I tilted my head back, and realized i was still in the grand lark. i had just blown the other half to kingdom come. ethan lay on his back, right at the destruction's edge, panting for breath. jade's necklace hung from his hand.
Moonshine Lust and Hiccups
It would seep into the dirt, where it landed, before morning came, the glow of fireflies in the air, the softness of the marsh easing around him, night birds waking with muted calls and warning larks.
The Berenstain Bears in: Family Bonding
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