Smooth Sailing (TTW pt. 8)
Stanced up swimmers bolted off their starting pads. diving into the wavy pool of rippling liquid. arms, legs, and bodies bracing against the dense material that resists passage.
Rival Encounter
He did not like kiefer one bit, as the arrogant prick of a shark demotivated other swimmers and trainers, and constantly bragged about how two of his pupils had become olympic swimmers.
The Fruit(bats) of your Labours
By the time she _did_ go into heat, the bat's swimmers were faster. there were _billions_ of them in her, ready and eager.
Attack at Night
The swimmer's eyes widened. "you can speak...?" the sharptooth nodded, and advanced towards her. the swimmer, being an adolescent, knew that fighting the sharptooth could result in her death. she did the only thing she could think of: run.
Siren Snare
His body was strong, an epitome of swimmer's build with well developed shoulders and muscles that peeked out from his shirts even in everyday wear.
Stream Takeover 2
Are you afraid for your pathetic swimmers?” he asks, scoffing as he stretches, showing off his arms and pits. “or don’t want to talk about them?” more outraged answers come, going from [i]traitor[/i] to [i]mammal bitch[/i].
A combat of Spears
Come lads, come fighters, let’s compare our spears and the quality of our swimmers!” he would scream that in the middle of a place, sometimes terrorizing the women and their toddlers.
Sea Breeze Health
The swimmer nearly forgot about the supplement he'd prepared.
Fucking Psychology
From a jock's letterman jacket to a soccer player's jersey, down to a swimmer's shorts to a pair of running shorts, he'd been changed over and over again. now, it was changed again.
Claude and Marshall
Marshall lift his big head and howls out his pleasure as he fills my womb with his saint bernard swimmers impregnating me. he lays on top of me panting as he keeps squirting his doggie swimmers up my tied pussy.
Otters are Made for Water
"sam," he said, "i was a swimmer, my father was a swimmer, my grandfather was a swimmer. you're going to be one too." as such, i found myself swimming on my high school swim team. the baytown orcas (ironically, there weren't any orcas on the team.)
The Wild River - Making Waves
A gush of whale cum arced over the swimmers, traveling fifty or a hundred feet horizontally before splashing back down into the pool.