Night's Embrace
Her eyes scanned the room desperately trying to find some sort of repetitive hypnotic she could use to sleep. yet with only a sliver of moonlight through the dusty windows, there was nothing distinguishable in the darkness of the bedroom.
...No Gain
By the end of it, the two were drenched in sweat, marc panting desperately as he finished his final repetition, much to the amusement of the more experienced wolf.
Calm chaos...
A warm feeling running down my arm vision blurry, no real focus found, only certain something caused me harm cramping just crawling, twisted pieces of parts hang off a bigger mess now lightly holding me repetitive pains echo on every part warm with glossy
House Call [Patron Reward]
By the third repetition, rahka joined in, though their mouth was muffled and stifled as they swallowed more of the hypnotic gas. rahka yawned, taking even more of the scent and the tingle into their body.
What are friends for?
It certainly broke up the repetitiveness that luke had grown so tired of. and maybe, they wouldn't have any problems getting off anymore? the end.
Feeling out of place: Side Chapter: Mr. Jones
The interior of the apartment was also another boring repetition to set his tired eyes on. he set his bag down on the kitchen table before stepping into his bedroom, eager to get out of his uncomfortable work clothes.
Love Of The Pack (Part Four)
Holding her close, jack began to carefully move his hips and after a few moments the repetitive stimulation aroused the raptor and jack felt the slit relax.
Becoming a Tyrant's Drone: Part Two
repetition might make him want it all to end, but he would hold on, yes. it was words, only words. but the moans... oh, they made him want to slip away, grunts and thrusts, a slamming push against his hips.
The Clearing
The dog pawed at the pendular balls while throating the turgid member, muzzle rocking forward and back in accelerated repetition. a spatter. then a barrage, slickly plunking array of young seed, berner-seed splaying on the ground.
Jasper's odyssey (A1)
Each light seemed to lead to a new lamp, in endless cycles of repetition. he felt like he was reaching out, and the further her reached the more futile his efforts became.
Welcome to Walmart
But he wanted change, to try something new; he loved doing all of these actions, but they were getting repetitive, with time.
Misplaced Muse
At the risk of sounding repetitive, here's the blurb i wrote about this one from fa: "2:30 in the morning is such a magical time, isn't it? half-asleep, this came out. still not sure if i should keep going, seems a bit unfinished or off to me somehow.