3. Anna gets trunked 3
Hearing this only made the poor guy panic more as he tried desperately to escape like a wild animal caught in a bear trap.
Day 3
I reassured the poor guy. "please, please come make it better soon, i don't know how much longer i can go on. please."
No More Nightmares
He looked to his sweet little brother; poor boy was in desperate need of a big hug from his big brother. the ebony rabbit gave a gentle smile and sat up completely only to pat the spot next to him on his bed.
Savage Sitting
Her eyes were open, but her pupils had gone completely up and under those fluttered feline eyelids and she dropped her full weight onto the poor boy and let his cock finish exploding inside her.
Can’t Let Him Die Sad
There's no sense in the poor guy dying sad. just uh... give me a calculation on how many canned hams i'm gonna have laying around in my pantry and put it on my tab. oh!
Red Sam Pre-write/Prologue
He tossed milo like a sack of potatoes, the poor boy, only 12 years old, hitting the door frame hard. "o-okay, dad," he stuttered, trying not to cry out in pain by the sounds of it. "w-what do you want for dinner?"
A kiss most deadly from the stars- An XCOM Story - Prologue - Times Square
On the other side of the table sat some poor guy with a deep brooklyn accent, hair brown and as generically cut as you could buy, looking more like the gentlemen in some shity condom ad in people.
Psycrush
No need to embarrass the poor guy any further. especially considering he appeared to be some kind of, uhh, entity. you internally debated reporting this incident to your bosses at the lab, but couldn't imagine that ending well for anyone.
The Booth Revised - Part 2
poor guy really needed to get his balls emptied...
[Request] Making Music
Not only can you use them to play that sweet 20-minute-long drum solo, but depending on how hard you hit you can make the poor guy yelp different notes to improve you preference! -- "welcome, radio listeners. we're here with jalekka st.
Rogue
That poor guy. for all fourteen billion years of his life, i took my anger out on him, i made his life a living hell just so i would feel better, and for what? pitiful fucking emotions?
Bloody Knuckle: Ronson's story part 3: Penned
I caught on, and we bolted when we heard the poor guy yelp. "sooo sooory, i'll pay i swear!!" knuckle shouted as we hightailed it.