Some Sort of Context

Wallace breathed out a bit, and gave brad a look that made him feel pretty good about himself. and wasn't that what brad had wanted, after all?

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Humiliation Stream Story 1: Why You Never Sit On Dragons

"yeah, but i'm the brad-man. that means i get what i want. now get out of here." "get - i don't think so." brad glared at the dragon. "what, you planning on just staying there and enjoying my ass like some sort of fag?"

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Secrets in Shadows - Chapter 2: The Coming Storm

brad could feel his passage clench down against the intruding tongue, eliciting a light growl from its owner in response.

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Almost Let Go

"no problem," brad said. "it was the least i could do." "i don't even know your name..." the raccoon observed, with a little smile. "oh. brad. brad wilson. i, uh, saw yours on your paper. jonathon, right?"

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Stripping Woes

“this was a good call from brad!” “about time he had a good idea!” the canine laughed, receiving a shove from behind from the bull. “i have great ideas all the time!” brad chuckled. “you just never let me have a win!”

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I Spy Something Hungrier

brad's solid set of abs vanished two by two, the lump that was once liam slipping past the lips of the whale as a powerful, wet tongue slide between brad's asscheeks and tickled his large black asshole, pushing into it with the tip to taste that nice musk

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Tumanji

brad screamed to herself. on the outside, she kept her calm, and sat on the muscular thighs of her husband, the king. neil stroked brad's hair. he couldn't believe how feminine brad looked now compared to before. brad looked almost like a woman.

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Loyalty

brad only nodded in response. "loyalty! i get it! do... something else." "sit up and say, 'brad is so much cooler than i am.' " he sat up. "brad is so much cooler than i am!"

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Canned Goods

"come on, brad, don't be shy." "arright fine. if it'll shut you up." brad shoved a can of coffee to the back and dropped his husky voice into a low, smooth baritone.

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The Cable repairman

brad snapped. “no." a deep voice growled behind them " brad turned and looked straight in the face of the big orca. his eyes boring into brad as he glared at the man.

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