Implanted

Her head was pressed against the carpeted floor of the van, with nothing left to support her, and she was now eye to segmented eye with the dragonfly.

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Duke's Unpaid Dues

Finnick led him into the back of the van, and nick returned with the rope. closing the van's door to give the three of them some privacy.

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Indigo Fire: Rescuing the Royal, P1

The gunman fired a few shots, making a trail of dents in the side of the van. the bullets didn't quite penetrate the van's plating.                

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The Drifter (ch.1)

His eyes just wandered from the bear to the van, van to bear, biceps to abs, abs to crotch line, crotch line to van. bob shrugged, feigning disinterest. "hey, it's cool. walking is good exercise.

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In the Heat of the Moment

His paws pressed to the van's floor and a small gasp came from the fennec, he could feel something poking against him.

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Finnick the Stud

Those passing by the parked van noticed that the back was moving a bit and they could hear the fennec's growls of delight.

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'Are you sure?'

"van?" "... excuse me?" "... aren't you van?" "i'm sorry, i think you mistook me for someone else."

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Basic 'ness: Part 5

Taali smiled as he resumed, "i'm not used to riding in a van, the movements are strange." she said, trying to block out the vibrations and soft swaying of the van and focus instead on his touch.

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Zephyr's New Suit

The otter moved to the back of the van shutting the door after he climbed out. the fox kept silent as the van began to move again. this time, its journey didn't take the slow route.

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A Gift for the Wolfmen

How is he, van?” “tight,” says van, the tall, grey wolfman with the bright yellow eyes whose knot is buried in the boxed whore. his earrings clink as he turns his head to meet gentry’s gaze. “i bet he’s squealing in this little box of his.

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Fuck Me Ragged

His eyes just wandered from the fossa to the van, van to fossa, biceps to abs, abs to crotch line, crotch line to van. bob shrugged, feigning disinterest. "hey, it's cool. walking is good exercise.

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The Spoils of a Friendly Competition

I asked, still looking as bored as possible in the back of the van as to not arouse any suspicion in marcus.

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