Impish Pride and Prejudice
Tick, tock, tick, tock. serve me, and be exalted, and perhaps even gain some power of your own. fight me, and be destroyed."
Insomnia
tock... tick... tock... never before have i been so capable to be able to compare my bedroom clock... to a hideous metronome.
Post-Workout
The clock that hung in your small apartment ticked and tocked for what seemed like eons. the cheap couch begins to itch, making you squirm as you wait for the clock to reach 7 pm.
Wyatt Stumbles Into Town
Tick tock tick tock tick tock. it made concentrating hard, and wyatt had to guess that was the purpose. shaman wyse was a hypno specialist after all. after some unknown time wyse and barry came back into the room and wyatt snapped back to reality.
Inside myself
No one can help me \*tick tock tick tock\*...?
Birthday Baphomet
Tick-tock, tick-tock, fuck-o-clock. the smallest resistance you can offer: a swallow. “umm… maybe just… celebrate my birthday with me?" kurukh blinks.
Bitches, Right? & The Contact Contract
* * * ### the contact contract _(true pantoum)_ a fatal fixation, a finicky flame, cravenly, chronically craving for cock, callow and candid and cursing he came, tod teetered and tottered while timing each tock, cravenly, chronically craving
All A Game Ch 6: Returning Home (Complete)
Tick...tock...tick...tock the husky's face sank fully after about an hour went by. he had even asked the vulture to make the call once again, but trevor still didn't show.
Playtime
Tomorow.", said quilava and tock a lick from the cum in lopunnys face. at that moment, lopunny started to laugh and quilava joined him. "oh my! i were really good at this. i almost got scared for real!", said lopunny. "you too!
The Simple Things. Chapter Four.
His tail continued to tick and tock with the seconds as he rested against the white metal table out front of the italian bistro.
HATSSSSS Chapter Five
Tick tock. the clock hit ten. not that leo knew that, no, instead missy shouted, “let's get started!" she shut off the television and rolled up next to him. she was warm and soft, like a fluffy pillow. if anything that made him less aroused.
Going for the “A”
Tick-tock, the clock took its jolly-sweet time, driving the teenage fox mad, and making him desperate to relieve the pressure on his nearly fully erect member.