Loli Pops, The Unexpected Summer Open Season
The group loli pops is now open to all. no muss, no fuss, no messy asking for permission. there is only one rule. at the moment, it contains only those stories written by me.
Help for Mankind - Chapter 1 - Open For Business
He opened the bag and munched on the chips. "well i got off early," i grabbed a pop off the counter. the door opened slowly and we looked over seeing charles the young bull. he slammed the door behind him and rushed upstairs.
Because of Camp, Chapter 2: Open Eyes
"so," tommy paused long enough to shovel a forkful of ketchup covered eggs into his maw, "what was this about 'fun'?"
Open House Day One Part Three
Chapter thirteen: open house day one part three thank you to project white for this spell!
Open House Day One Part Two
Suddenly, there was a click and the door opened. a white and gold dragoness stepped in with a worried frown on her face. "hey, are you ok? i heard you out in the hall." i quickly composed myself, got up and wiped away my tears. "i'm fine.
Open Content Stream Story: The Pack Bitch
With the large strap-on dangling from between his mother's legs, he would have taken the humiliation over what was about to split him open.
Open Content Stream Story: An Amusing Afternoon
It was just the opening her son was waiting for, though, and he darted between them, lining his cock up with her pussy and shoving in.
Blue Dragon Dreaming Story Commissions Open!
#1 of story commissions story commissions now open! will write 1000 word stories for $10! there is nothing that i won't write, but feel free to ask me if you're not sure. xd story commissions now open! will write 1000 word stories for $10!
Open Poetry
Yeah, the staircase, oh, i'll tell you about the staircase, because you see the first stair is where they get you like a police baton to your knees, and that bitch screams pain and surrender and i'm not even to the other stairs yet which open you raw and suck
Open Casket
The preist bowed his head and opened the good book, preaching words of faith for mike. the preist was odd, a short, simple arctic fox. i flashed my eyes wide open, but ducked my head, and read the old preists' mind.
Otterly Exhausted
Greymane remained oblivious, his muzzle hanging open; his snores felt like a subway train passing their apartment.
The Brink: The day of opening.
He then reloaded the three shells and set the gun down to open the bag, inside he found 4 more shells, which he promptly loaded.