'Good Medicine' Fan Fic Story
He had run across the countryside, leaping over low, stout stone walls that separated different pastures, gardens, and properties.
Fat Raccoon Poem
I want to be big as i sit down to breakfast and eat like a pig the first month quickly passes, oh how time flies and i laugh as my shorts get torn wide by my thighs more food i eat, my belly swells out the other kids mock me, as i grow more stout
Manfred's Manly Manor 4
It looks very cute with his stout frame, but the jackal is looking for a different prize, his hands sliding to the rear and groping the fox's ass.
Blackrose Theatre Company
A stout weasel pointed him to the task of rearranging some of the props for use in the next act. ... sandra finished her melody, the last note lingering on a fine point, spotlight burning brightly on her.
Pin to Win: Round III
The stout, wide-hipped bodybuilder had on a bikini instead of her usual power belt, speedo and sports bra ensemble. carl leaned coolly on the door frame and grinned at the sight of her. "you wanna hit the beach?
Brewed
But that bill would come later, for now there was chocolate stout.
Movie Date
First was the stout bulldog, his six inch cock spraying three strings of thick cum into her fur, and two shots into her mouth.
His Daughter's Lover: His Date
The taste of the stout was permeating in his mouth. "i see she takes after you. i remember you were quite particular with the deal. you didn't want to feel that you were getting the raw end of the deal."
Jurassic Jog
As he worked down his chest his belly's bulk reduced as well until he was left with a smooth stomach devoid of any of it's previous stoutness.
The Use of Power - Part Three
"they're thick, stout wood reinforced with a couple bars of metal, again tall enough for me to easily pass through, but i didn't notice anything else about them."
Dragon Filth
Lusty noises rumbled in the pokemon's stout breast. he writhed against the hyena, bucked against his exploring fingers, clenched around his tongue.
Self Defense
A guffaw from the last, the stout balfhe. he sneered, his face scarred from the knife of a whore many years back. he came close now, holding a truncheon in his hand, and tossed it, preparing to beat me. i cringed.