Close Quarters
Cyrus thought, for a second, and then his brow knitted, slightly. "all right, then. we'll make do." "what do you mean by-whoa!"
Warped
His cum stained muzzle scrunched up, his brows knit, only for his eyes to open wide. "yeah... yeah... i think you're right. but what was different? something with your cock right?"
Defenders of Evodusai Part 14
knitting quickly with amazing skill and precision, the beedrill's creation started to take shape upon my back.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 2.3 Bannihar
Despite the fact that there was safety in numbers, the antlered wolf found himself worrying a lot more; there were things one had to be wary of in a caravan that usually wasn't as much of a concern in a small, tightly knit military unit... like
Partners - Chapter 1
She was always getting dirty and messy, she did not like knitting or singing or playing with dolls or looking at clothing. she was always outside in the woods chasing squirrels and looking for frogs in the creek.
The best cave.
Said a women knitting in a chair. "she's off looking in thoughts caves; i'm telling you she's going to get lost in there!" "i know this is mean to say, but that would't be all bad were so poor it's hard to feed two." the man sat down looking grim.
Nightworld 23: The Devil Inside
Jaro's body tried to knit itself back together, but the process was achingly slow, and without more blood to keep it fuelled he doubted it would get any faster.
After Dark: a side story, Part Five
Rachel was knitting while she watched cathrine swim, slowly working on her project of a blanket by winter, adding a streak of purple to the ones already made of dark green, blue and a deep red.
The Dragons, Chapter 4: Lunar Crown
His brow knit and he tilted his head. "something wrong?" \* "hmm? oh, no, nothing.." he says quietly, thinking.
Preying on the Past - Ch. 1 Bridging Two Worlds
That didn't work for long, though, because i saw the holes in the creature's chest quickly knitting, the dark black fluid formerly gushing out slowing to a trickle and then stopping in the glare of the forend light.
Little Miss Chaperon-Rouge
Psycho bitch chaperon-rouge (she was a pretty but certifiably insane young lady) slowly approached the bed, one glowing knitting needle in each double-gloved hand. "so where is it...granny?" she hissed, yanking down the gag.
Faux Fur
Sabrina wore mostly plain cheap bulk pack underwear, and the closest thing to racy she had were short hemmed dresses (in black, of course), and way too many pairs of chunky knit thigh high socks.