My Brother's Best Friend Fan Fiction

Jeff's eyes returned to the floor after the embarrassing display, fumbling with his pants, refusing to meet the hunk's eyes. he couldn't even pull his shirt off without humiliating himself.

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Darkness 4: Things Fall Apart

I darted inside, and slammed the door to, fumbling with the lock in the blackness.

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Letting Down - Tuesday

After fumbling with them for a few moments she simply gave up with them.

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Names

I looked away as he began fumbling with his pants and tried to ignore the sounds of him preparing himself by playing out a fantasy in my mind.

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Po vs Tai lung (ballbusting ver)

"i wont let you get past me, i will protect the dragon scroll" tai lung narrows his eyes 'he has the scroll i have to get it away from him before he gets ultimate power' he crouches and immediately launches a flying kick at po po fumbles clumsily and manages

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The Mute - Chapter 5: Moving Day

_ my fingers fumbled for the 'stop' button, i slammed my paw down, only to have it land _next to_ the button. _what the hell is wrong with me today?_ i finally managed to hit the button.

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Can you tell me about them?

Meanwhile, arthur was busy fumbling with ben's zipper, which was being incredibly difficult at such an inconvenient time.

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Fenris' Inferno Chapter 2: Ring

After some fumbling on the shelf, the siren was silenced. the figure yawned and shuffled his way to another part of the room with more fumbling and flicks on a light. in the mirror you can see the dark face of the college student, adrian.

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little secrets

Nick seemed to fumble with another thought, and mason let him try and work it out.

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The Tea Maid

When he straightened up and began to fumble with his breeches, gerd pressed her face tightly into the back of the sofa so she wouldn't see.

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Chapter 7: The Nipple Ring

She'd been sitting up with her legs folded, her pink pussy open to him, and when she saw his eyes go straight for it, she fumbled quickly to close her legs.

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Tabitha Crane, Chapter IV: Mystery Dance

Fortunately, she seemed to have been satisfied by all of my random fumbling and flailing, and her reciprocal fumbling had been pretty damn enjoyable, too. shifting slightly, i drew my legs up to my chest.

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