A Fate Much Worse
#7 of work and/or other life related a little deeper something personal about me that i don't like very much to speak about with the public, but find it necessary to as part of my seek in treatment for it.
Much Needed Relief
This time he had bought so much food that he couldn't fly and had to walk, but fortunately he lived within a short distance of the grocery store.
After Much Thought
Parker hadn't gotten much sleep either. he was up weighing the pros and cons of both decisions, and it was far from easy. "mind has been spinning all night, and i think i've finally made it up." brooke couldn't say a word.
Too Much Fun
Too much fun brom stumbled out the stage-access door to the parking lot of the orion, wanting to catch his breath. his drumsticks clattered to the ground as he sat down. brom stared at the asphalt, panting like he'd just run a marathon.
Too Much Narcissism
It'll be much easier. stop struggling...stop trying. yesssss...go on," greer whispered. "let that smell consume you. let it overpower you. let it take control...go on now."
Pretty Much Everywhere
The plush fox had arched her back so much she nearly toppled from her chair. "no fair!" the vixen gasped, clutching the table much the same as kodo had done. "i couldn't use my toes because of my hose!"
Much To Do On A Train
So maybe no vodka; that might have been wishin' for too much, but i'd imagine that we can get em worked up to the point where we won't need it- you think that's possible?" "i think it's possible," i reply.
At dinner with dragons, ACT IV
He really had no idea of how much time went by when someone finally came up that corridor rael feared to walk down: he was a bit relieved he recognized it was ganutash, seemingly drunk.
The Old Red Hen and the Big Bad Fox Chapter 2: Help yourself
"please slow down... if you eat slower you won't have to eat as much to feel full." once more frowning at the hens shouts of advice, the fox looked about the kitchen.
The old red hen and the big bad fox chapter 3
Happy chewing and grunts let the hen know just how much he was enjoying the rich desserts. she didn't know if it was her ego or her curiosity but she felt the need to speak up.
Obligations to your Milker
Harder to breathe around, but that much more intense, that much more attention-grabbing. it throbbed as it popped into the bottom of her throat, and she reached up with one hand to stroke it.
Too much mare to handle
The air was hot and saturated in the mare's sex, it was difficult to do much of anything, but the fear of drowning within her kept me going. back at the entrance laid her throbbing clit.