Kathryn - A Quiet Afternoon

The sound of heavy panting filled her ears, making them twitch and quiver amidst her hair, and she let her head droop enough to allow her to push a kiss into the lusher woman's slim throat. "i love you." she said in a hushed, nearly religious whisper.

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Tell Me (Why)

_Intro/Verse 1_ Why did I deserve this? You say that I couldn't keep up Then why did waste my time with you _Chorus_ What did I do wrong Why did you abuse me and use me There is more to the story than I'm hearing Tell me Stop my...

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[COMM] Lucy and Lavender's Lewd Loving (Story, 7200 words)

They must have easily been almost as big as beachballs at this point, huge and heavy and hanging so low that they weren't very far away from touching the ground.

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Heavy Metal Soup for the Soul: Tears Don't Fall (Chapter 2)

heavy metal soup for the soul- chapter 2: tears don't fall warning: characters in this story vary in age, the main characters ranging from 15-17.

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"Soft Serve Swirl" - Chapter 9: Moose Guest Part 3

The lights from the main floor dance inside the v.i.p. room entering from the wide glass windows overlooking it and the heavy bass of the music rumbling the floor area.

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The Lunt Street Ripper’s Sentence

Its removal brought into view a heavy sheath and balls nestled in his groin, all adorned with copious amounts of darker hair.

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Bigger is Usually Better

A heavy haze clouded his mind before a sigh of delight came. his paws were back to massaging the bubbly surfaces, groping and rubbing them with more vigor, shamelessly feeling as much as he could.

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A New Experience

You're so damn engrossed in your edging you don't hear the front door open, nor the heavy footsteps coming down the hall, until.. "the fuck you think you're doing?"

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Seven Days

He was heavy. the slave didn't complain. he slid his tongue inside, as the writer made himself comfortable. the seat felt nice, and the tongue hot against his prostate.

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The Stalker's Wife

He let out a sigh heavy enough to be heard over the speaker. "i hope you feel better, snowy." it was his pet name for her. "y-yeah. me too." "i love you."

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Thicker: Chapter Six

He wondered what sort of slim but heavy furs they had had in mind when the chair had been designed. maybe he didn't even want to know. _beard... beard._ beard. what did it mean? what did any of it mean?

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