Clean and Jerk
Hyena underneath, while he drove himself onwards picking up yet more speed and elongating his thrusts within those tight confines that stretched and rippled all over his big yeen cock which pulsed and hardened flexing those teasing spines deep under that scrappy
(something light?)
: last i remember we were all just scrappy, snot-nosed kids. his voice is unsettlingly familiar. leo: that... can't be you, syd. leo: is it? sydney looks up and grins. all of him's older and, well, really different, except the eyes.
Johan and Ruth
The equinoid regarded the scrappy ocelot with a raised eyebrow. the two small football-sized blimps carrying his cameras slowly orbited a meter over his head, idling.
Quiet Time: A Problem To Solve
Hiccup as gobber himself had told him that without the need to create weapons, there was no need for such a huge workplace, the small stall by the dragon stables that gobber had set up had been more then satisfactory to form new teeth for elderly or overly scrappy
Hydejacking
She was tough and scrappy, but this guy was a lot tougher. no one snapped his wrist with the ease this guy just showed. it was a grip to bend hardened steel and crush stone.
Brothers; or, A Tail of Life and Love in a Glass House (Part 3/6)
Accordingly, this particular specimen of female river otter was subtly strong, and fancied herself scrappy in a fight. she could fish or wrestle or cut wood as good as any man...
Sour Candy
Wrote this last year, scrappy throwaway situation with some musing, as my works tend to have. nothing too complex or insightful, but some nice character dynamics. and some cum.
Paying His Debt
Carface shouted as the scrappy mutt appeared from behind carface's car in his office. "yeah boss?" killer said as carface lit a cigar.
The Deal of a Lifetime
You share a tomb with more than your fair share of nobodies, but it seems that these scrappy revolutionaries have at least a cursory measure of respect for the fallen." "that's... surprising.
Crossing Bridges
He circled the relatively old, yet functional sedan outside his house, looking at every detail from the scrappy rusted bumpers, to the well weathered tires, his anxiety rising as he haphazardly inspected the ride.
Ch. 64
scrappy girl she was. honestly, i was impressed. two fights in and she wasn't yet breathing hard. she'd learned to pace herself perhaps better than anyone. so be it.
LATE NIGHT RELIEF [Art Included]
And they’re -oompf- they’re certainly scrappy.” archantael flinched again. alethia felt the force wracking archantael shake the bed a little and winced in sympathy. “it do be like that sometimes.