Mystery Lover in the Hotel
I can feel that telltale churning again, my balls boiling for the second time that night as my cock erupts, flooding a different hole this time, flooding his tight little ass with my cum.
Entrance, Pt. 1, Arrival
I could feel my large balls rocking against her bottom, churning and boiling with my incoming load. it felt like being struck with a bolt of lightning. my climax washed away my senses in a sea of light and bliss.
Bracers Of Greed
As fast as my chest was bulking up, my gut was slimming down and tightening as the heat seemed to boil away all the fat around my belly and sides.
Shelter (Alaska 4)
We obviously have all the water we need, it's fresh water, but it needs to be boiled to be safe, and the warmth will help us too." "that makes sense," david said.
Jungle Heat
And as his knots swelled and he began to fill his sister with his boiling seed, one of his heads turned to look over his shoulder.. and grin. he had not forgotten natalia.
FALLOUT (C1, Act1, Book3)
"now it's boiling. i can't exactly cool it down unless i turn it to ice. so, give it a moment to cool." karla stepped back over the body closest to the counter then used her bare foot to push his leg away from the fridge.
Transcend - Part 1
"yer gonna be in the water, princess, because before it boils, it gets a nice temperature up fer a bath, yer idiot!" he growled and then jabbed his hoof towards the cauldron.
The Lion King Revisited - Chapter 2: Hunting Party
He could feel the anger boiling inside of him as he thought back to it. scar, that bastard. simba knew dangers like this weren't around anymore.
Draconic Greed
. \*\*\* abject fear transfixed him, bound and boiled as he was, pinned for the dragon's pleasure on the far side of an expansive table.
Pet's Courage
It burned; it boiled. my sac was so tight that my balls hurt in his paws.
Son of a Dream
She remembered the colors of the boiled fresh, strangely like the chicken stew she had favored for luch back at the academy. that body was a dead giveaway.
Wild Rose Country - Chapter 12
The pots on the stove were close to boiling and i threw the remnants of my shirt into one of them. my plan was to boil the scraps of cloth long enough to disinfect them. half an hour was the magic amount of time my brain was telling me.