Convinced of Greatness (HH)
We've got books to sell."
My life as a dragon slave: Prologue
A man dressed in a sellers outfit was making a sell. he was selling his wind dragon slaves. they consisted of two parents with one teen and seven hatchlings. all together for eighteen grand, which in human terms was a bargain. all together.
The Pornstar's Son: 01 - Jump in the Fire
I know we just finished a movie, but i'm really not sure how well this one's going to sell. the last few haven't been selling well at all, and we're having trouble keeping the lights on in the studio.
Ferocity
Second, how can you prove to them that the cum you'll be selling are from wolf's? it could be yours, you know!" panther rubbed his hands. "that's where i come along!
Picking Up The Bed
“hello sir," felka started trying to not sound judging of him “my friend fran told me that you have a bed that they purchased from you via the local sell group."
Surviving Solitude Part 5
Each year, he would sell his crops to pay off his taxes. one day, while he was asleep, a rabbit came by and ate his carrots. the next day when he had to pay his taxes, he couldn't sell his crop. the only thing he had left of value was his home.
Into The Stars. Chapter Seven.
Some were selling food. some were selling pets. some were selling pets as food. there were numerous different clothing stores and even several places that sold jewelry. isaac ducked into a couple before shaking his head. “too pricey for my blood."
The Gladiator, Chapter 1
He wants to sell you into slavery. those zanzos over there - " she threw her thumb back over her shoulder. " - are gone too, if they survive." "let him try. i'll rip his fucking throat out if they unchain me."
Hank's Hyenas: Toke, Choke, and Giggle
They'd be perfect for helping him sell uncle hank's corruptive bud. "alright boys, let's get back out there and find some more humans to fuck and sell weed to," said huey.
Sails Pitch
He didn’t feel the items he’d brought were going to do well here on krakallu if he made a return trip to sell more of them. all his luxuries were flops, essentially.
A Fallic Friend
He brings it home, hoping to sell it, not knowing he brought home a symbiotic creature a raffle story!
Faust.
I'd sell my soul for talent; for the ability to weave my words around my audience's mind, infecting their memories with haunting visions of fantasies unbridled.