Hostile Takeover
He looked once more at his hand before slapping them onto the table. "fuck." the dragon's lips curled upward into a smile. he reached over and pulled the winnings toward him as he leaned back in his chair. "now, squeak lube you say?"
Lesson and corrections
Lifting and weighting brett's tiny stones in the palm of one hand, even as the two of them watched trev bent the pretty filly over a work table. "fuck... ohooo fuck..."
(Commission) Welcoming the New Neighbors
Her legs stiffened and her body went rigid on the table as she screamed against rob's smooth asshole, and wayne gripped her hips as she began squirting her fluids down onto the table.
Jacob Climbs the Ladder, Part 2" Friday"
It tasted musky.. but he wasn't sure of the honest of it.. but just the thought of his face near that tiger's ass made him fight like the lion he was, giving dennis a hard time getting him locked into the table "fuck.. your getting tough, will be all the
Just Might Like It
"ooh god, oh my _gawd,"_ violet crooned, her face contorted in a weirdly sexual grimace, her paws gripping the edges of the table. "fuck...! that's gotta be such a mess..."
Bragging Rights
fucking hell! the gnoll couldn't be sure of how much time passed. it felt like fucking hours to him, being down there on his knees with his broad back pressed against the underside of the table and treating the fucking lizard's dick like a lollipop.
Stormed in
Throw you on the table. fuck you there." i groan at the thought, furiously embarrassed, but my cock throbbed at the idea. "hmph. bottom bitch through and through. no, i wanna fuck you by myself. take my sweet time ruining your hole."
The Love-Bot's Prize
"i'll match that," glax said calmly, shoving his entire pile into the middle of the table. fuck! fuck fuck fukcedy fuck! what holocards did he have over there? _what did he have?
Maranatha - Chapter XII, as told by Owen Zelazny
His abdomen doesn't lean on mine, like most men's would during a face-up kitchen-table fuck, 'cuz cheetahs have tummies so flat as to be almost hollow.
Sylveon and Midnight Lycanroc
I lifted him up onto the table fuck he was heavy, and then signed my name. sylveon casually dipped his paw in the ink pad and lightly dotted his "signature," next to mine. there was great joy that i took in grabbing his paw and pressing down a lot harder.
Brought into the Light; part 5: Sheath and Knife Fiction.
Chancy pounded a fist on the table. "fuck! i told you! i fucken told you it's got something to do with subliminal bull shit!" gordon growled...."noggie? chambers? speedy? the old man who owned coal brook? gawd damned pedophile ring.
Dragonball Ultimate Arc 1, Chapter 1: Plans Gone Awry
The saiyan slid into the booth while the bear was sipping on a cola and staring out the window absently, startling mitch and almost making him spit out his drink all over the table. "fucking-stop doing that!" he exclaimed in a hushed tone.