Servitude in the Dungeons of Baladoor
The guard was a large and muscular greyhound who loved more than anything to watch the slaves tortured. he held a whip in his paws, and as queen baladoor passed into the shadows of the dungeon, the whip was passed into her claws.
Experimentation
The greyhound rumbled, his own arousal aching through the sympathetic vibrations through the psychic link. he also felt a new sensation: a desire to be mounted again.
Crosswalk Encounter
Daniel twisted his head around to see a very mobile greyhound bus. time was moving much too slow for daniel, but still too fast to move. the most he could do was close his eyes and hope that he didn't make too much of a splatter.
If Only You'd Wanted Me Back
"so you're really a greyhound?" the weasel spat. "is that what you're trying to tell us?"
Walking The Dog - Doggy Destinies
He looked through the pack again and focused on a greyhound. "you shall be pleasured by her muzzle," he boomed. the greyhound gave a wide grin and bounded up to the blondes mouth.
Venom: Beautiful Killers. Part 44
Meanwhile, the greyhound abruptly stops himself and clears his throat. "actual dickhead on your five." he points, getting hoeness to look behind him.
Catch and Release
._ all she could think about was the greyhound inside the library, the one she'd been waiting for. his warm, hazel eyes. the way he smiled at her over the desk every day. his strong hands, so much unlike her own delicate, small-clawed hands.
Venom: Beautiful Killers. Part 23.
The door opens and the italian greyhound steps out, adjusting his collar. he is wearing a biker coat and leather trousers. in his right hand is a black bike helmet. it looks like his weekend will be action-packed.
Repaying a Favor
The driver, a greyhound, said and did nothing aside from hold the door open for his employer. but then, what does one say to a woman with hundreds of millions of dollars and a flair for eccentricity?
The Campground Adventure
A young german shepard and greyhound came riding up the long dirt driveway and parked their bikes in front of the truck."hi, sam!" said travis, "hi, hurricane!""morning, boys!" added trevor."g'morning, mr.
In the Service of Mystery (Pt. 12)
The publican was a grizzled old greyhound. he was local to the village, but i couldn't say that i knew him. he gave me a calculating stare.
Everyone Does It on Christmas Eve
The greyhound came out of his thoughts as he came inside his friend. lisa held his knot as he shot in her, dousing her fertile flames with seed that would never mix, but would properly fool her body into thinking she'd been bred.