Chapter 55: Diversion.
Shaking his head, the ranger dropped beside him, stretching his neck to loosen out the cricks, while wincing as several cracks popped from his abused vertebrae. "i'm getting too old for this!"
The Temple of Testosterone - 4
Sturgis's warm breath bathed his face, and brawn found himself cricking his neck up in wanting. the stallion was just a little bit out of reach, grinding his muscular body against the bull, smearing brawn's cum between their furry muscles.
Step Right Up!
Nodding, kai cricked his neck rather audibly and considered the lapine a moment, with a smile spreading over his face.
The New Guy (aka A Humble Request)
I'm relaxing outside after a hearty breakfast, still waiting for the crick in my neck from a well-placed aqua jet to straighten itself out, when elan lets the furball out to play.
White Knights [7]
Sean joked with a stretch and a crick of his back. "why do you call me this 'snowballs'?" the wolf grunted, padding on silent feet down the hallway beside sean whose dress shoes hissed with each step.
The Lost Ones
A crick in his back urged him to stretch but he found that he couldn't. his arms were tightly bound behind him, ankles similarly restrained. he growled and looked around angrily. "you tried to eat me."
Damn it, I need this! Chapter 15
She was a little uncomfortable and she was trying to roll a crick out of her neck and i offered to rub it out for her."
Can't All Be Winners
"gods, samhuinn, i have a crick in my back like you wouldn't believe," the older bull muttered, tossing a small pack of tomes and supplies into the corner. he brought his palms up to cover his face, rubbing his hands along his weary eyes.
My Great Big Brother - Epilogue
Tomas cricked his neck and shook his head. "no, not goodbye. we'll meet again. but as for now, you're on your own. death isn't too happy with you, and your little escape from the underworld has reset the game with katie too.
Tuck's Got Himself a Shortstack
He was sore everywhere, legs somewhat glad he stopped walking and taking the time to recover for the long run before beginning their cricked protest as he stood up.
Artie's Groundhog Life
Hopping about to tug his shorts on, the mog padded about and sat on the bed-edge, tugging his socks from the mouths of his shoes and slid them on with a soft smile, cricking his neck and grabbing one shoe by the tongue to slip his footpaw into it.
Being Mom's Partner 4
He barely watched as the crocodiles stepped in, the soft crick-crack of them popping their knuckles making it clear that this was going to be a deep-tissue sort of massage.