Life on the Farm
"theeeeere we go... good girl... my good little egg slut," he added, the words meant to twist the knife just a bit after having provided his most dangerous girl a bit of comfort and care.
Evolution Just Takes a Bit of Loving
Zoey stops rubbing his belly and stands up, blushing a bit and rubbing the back oh her head awkwardly. "uh, yeah, maybe we really should get going now eevee..."
A Bit of Private Time
Tomorrow's still part of our little mini-vacation, and i wanna have a bit of fun before we head back."
Enchanting Enhancements
"if i'm reading this incantation right- and i **always** do, this spell should give you a little bit of both! looks like all you need to do is stand back and relax a little bit while i work my magic!"
A bit of a story...
Sometimes i'll even add a bit more danger to it; ill fight with no shield, sometimes just a knife, and one time, most regrettably, no armor.
A little Bit Of Love
After sometime everyone was walking out of the movies as both dea and aiko was walking out dea yawn a bit as aiko giggle a bit as she looked at him. " so next is dinner right" aiko asked him as dea nodded and pulled her this time" yep and where going
Commission - Just a Bit of Theft
Like an eraser working on a well-worn pencilmark, he erased her masculinity bit by bit, making her twitch and quiver under him until, at last, her dripping, wet pussy was the only sensual, sexual bit that remained.
A Bit of Fun at the Castle Part 1
A bit of fun at the castle by dokino 5-7-2003 standard warning. homoerotic stuff, do not read if offended by guys doing things with other guys and whatnot. "interesting..." lexington said as he watched the television's images.
a bit of trouble
#1 of main story **a bit of trouble** log 2 day 1 "so, you aren't a human?" slay asked.
Bang an Ott, Bro
That was okay, bang needed to resurface anyway, air was getting a bit tight and he liked being able to breathe.
Get Bit: Make Lycanthropy Work for You!
Disclaimer - please consult your doctor before joining the get bit program.
The table, the barabrian, and the cake
The warm afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the oak, painting distorted patterns on a fat set of thunder thighs, each as wide as some of the thick branches above them. The fat thighs were stuffed into a pair of too tight sweat pants, the...