Serenifi: The Video Game Guide
Sally acorn attire: blue jacket, matching boots. age: 16 abilities: fisting. blaze attire: purple long-sleeved jacket, plain-white pants, pinkish boots, leopard-colore bra, matching panties. age: 14 abilities: fisting, telekinesis.
Not Exactly Janitorial Duties
He set his tongue to work cleaning the top of that boot of his own spunk, blended together with the light tastes of leather and sweat. his hips twitched again as he slurped away, swiftly cleaning the boot and still wanting more.
S.D.R. Fiat
Get your tongue on those boots" the white rat obeyed his master and now pimp, first kissing the toe of each boot and inhaling the mixture of earth with the faint scent of the boots themselves.
Lurking in the Mud - Overalls
His calves, slowly seeping inside his boots at the ankles.
Hellhounds: Pleasure (Part 1)
I looked at the burly, quiet werewolf and saw him pick up his right boot and stare at it for a few seconds. then he placed the boot up to his head and stuffed his muzzle inside of it.
Under The Lights
Brown scales appeared above the tops of the boots the smaller girl wore.
Chapter 12: Entertaining
She watched howard go then turned to boots, "as for you, boots-" "i'm sorry, mistress, i was just trying to defend you." "i heard, boots. think nothing more of it.
The Gharjin, Part 3: A Slave's Purpose
And, the laziest of you who produces the least, and is still alive by the end of the day, has to lick my boots clean..." the guard pulled one of his black boots out from the muck of the bottom of the pit and let the slaves see it.
WRITER'S BLOCK (an erotic novel)
An idiosyncratic novel about the problems that can arise when writing a novel I'm unconvinced that the formatting of the book would translate happily to SF's upload window, and in any case I have no wish to break it into individual chapters....
Kaluno's stowaway
Then she tapped a button on the back of the boot and it tightened to fit her perfectly.
Marching songs #3
Feet and he ain't gona jump no more and the lord said "glory glory what a hell of a way to die with a rifle up your ass and a bullet in your eye glory glory what a hell of a way to die when your balls hang lower then your paratrooper boots
A Dark and Stormy Night
With each step he took, he felt again the water in his boots. he wondered if it was sweat or if his sock was actually wet enough that it had drenched the boot again, but it was an answer that he didn't want to know.