Beasts, Arc II: Later Gator (Part 5)
Jerald got outside the red pickup truck, locked the doors, and walked over to the front door. he grumbled as he fiddled with the keys, eventually finding the right one after searching for a few seconds.
Dalupine Day 3B: Helping a Pup
He wrapped his arms around the adolescent as they both lay in the bed of the old pickup truck, panting heavily. neither of them said a single word, as they drifted to sleep.
Sanctuary: The Meeting
Then he could work on rebuilding the engine block in the pickup truck and putting a new bed on it. it was a project that he was looking forward to.
All's Fair - Part 9
Exactly forty-five minutes later, a beat-up pickup truck pulled over by the theater, let claire hop out of the passenger seat, and left. looking inside, i saw an older male bear behind the wheel. "hey," claire said when she got into range.
Story in an hour - Sibling Favors
Soon, the otherwise silent cab of the ford pickup truck was filled with the soft sounds of jeff's heavy breathing and the lewd wet sounds of eva's lips and tongue working along his length.
Father, Son & Friend Roadtrip
The intimidating growl of a great dane rumbled in the frame of the big black pickup truck as russel uncourteously buried the bulging knot of his monstrous breeding rocket behind the seal of damian's sphincter.
The Missing Son, Chapter 03
The gate was open and someone was dumping appliances out of a pickup truck. patrick knew where he'd be starting today.
Work(the beginning)
He rubbed his belly and then rushed to his pickup truck. he opened the door and was struck by his own heavy musk. he took a good sniff and then entered the truck and drove to work.
A Country Coyote - Part 4
As it approached, aaron saw that it was a pickup truck, though he was surprised it was even running, given the sheer number of sienna-coloured rust patches that pock-marked the powder-blue bodywork.
My former master
With its wooden houses and pickup trucks, this place reminded me of a documentary about canada i'd seen once, except for the american flags and the lack of maple syrup at the diner i choose for breakfast.
Prologue of City in the Snow
Still, there was a matter of the trudge through the brush to the old pickup truck. the woods were silent and the wind was dead. not even a squirrel could be heard skitter up a tree while the duo made their way.
Conventions in Cuckolding
The pickup truck was something new, something none of anna's friends would have been caught _dead_ driving. or so he thought. he gulped. if anna hadn't been in the living room or the kitchen, then where was she?