Aurumvorax
The canvas of his pack bulged as he plunked in the last of the pile.
G.R.R. Chapter 4
The canvas bounces and the crowd oohs and awws. i got the champion down. i hook his leg but don't see the referee anywhere. "hey, hey, get out of here! get out of here!" i hear the referee argue.
G.R.R. Chapter 6
He hits the canvas but i keep holding his arm up as i come down on his shoulder with a heavy legdrop. "gah!" he groans. i get back to my feet and lean on the ropes. the fans start to come out of their seats.
Second Puberty
And now as he rolls over onto his back he stares up at nothing but the lantern hanging from the canvas ceiling, wondering if he is dreaming. _what the hell have we created?_ he wonders to himself.
A Different Kind of Babysitter - Part 6
The brutal assault ended with the bear falling face forward into the canvas, barely able to move from the pain that had been inflicted upon him. "you're the best, dad," said bradley as he watched zielenski being counted out.
Canvas and Melody - Chapter 7
#9 of canvas and melody chapter 7 _danny_ me and michael were in the gym after school, setting up some of the decorations and picking music.
Teasing Out Hypnosis: Chapter One, Part Two
He moaned, scooting her back across the canvas as she rolled her head back, baring her throat.
Bodypainting
Your body is a very sexy canvas that i will paint works of art on." he winks at his lover, causing wolf to blush slightly.
Bones
She got up and opened her star-covered canvas bag and drew out a slender, tan object that had a broad knot at both ends. he barked and jumped up and down with anticipation. his tail was wagging so hard that his whole backside wiggled.
The Thri Who Loved Me
Her feelers had halted their frantic dance, instead pressing against his flesh and stroking him like the tip of a paintbrush on canvas. she was fully engrossed in his taste, his scent.
Obscene Street Art
Caruso brushed off the sweat from his hard work feeling glad that the graffiti was no more and his wall was, once again, a completely blank canvas.
Heated Negotiations
Even though the wagon had more space than before, it still felt cramped, the canvas trapping us in a bubble of sticky warmth and the faint musk of sweat and sunbaked fur clinging to every surface.