Commission Zone: Cradle Robberz 1
The electric pink bass guitar stood out against the milk chocolate brown and creamy white of the buck's fur, easily visible through a tight fishnet shirt.
Cubnapped
After making my deposit i turn up the bass and drive off, ever oblivious to the border collie tailing me. "hmm might as well check the mail."
Forging bonds
It drew a large crowed, and already they could hear the pounding bass from outside. they paid their cover charge, and made their way in.
Mistaken Identity
As soon as the door thudded shut the bass went silent and only the soft hum of the computer on the nearby desk could be heard. "sound proof?" "yep. never know what's gonna happen in a security room." "what's the duct-tape for?"
Payload
With a deep bass moan, the feline came. thick blasts of warm cum sprayed over the top of his ears. the first few jets struck a large oak tree that shook with the force of the blasts.
DJ PuppehDawg
And with that, he released the mute button once again and let the bangs of bass fill the club.
Phase Shift
Vibrating bass thumped through the pair as nocturne switched tracks, her wing claws flying over knobs and dials.
Otter Bait
Two big bass came up with them. "better catch something soon or you'll have nothing to trade." "i already brought in a bass and a basket of mussels." "mussels, yum! they're my favourite!" "why don't you ever pick them yourself, ka?"
More Than He Bargained For
He could feel the muffled bass from the next room over thumping in his chest. his eyes flicked over to the see-through glass windows. whatever it was it was heavy duty stuff. he could see little vibrations with each hit of the bass.
Rock Dog: Lucky
Her fingers busied themselves on the strings of her bass. the older rocker slowly turned to her. "...when did the fox become cheeky?" too late, the vixen realized she'd been playing the bass part to stevie wonder's "superstition."
Cotton Candy
The bass thundered through rainglow's neon-drenched atmosphere, each beat a promise of connection unfulfilled.
Resonance
Some ways over, up at the booth, the disc jockey sighed -though nobody heard it over the bass. he made his way through the box of records, looking for something new to play. something he hadn't done for a while.