Lightning - 4 - Happy Workers
lane! lane, get your bald testicles up here and bring some elsap gear and several carboys of your fearsome acid and steamed water!" minutes later, lane came up with a hand crate full of shiny black overboots, aprons, and long gloves.
Open Office - Chapter 4
I never would have guessed," lane teased, resuming the kiss and stepping forward.
The Plight -- First morning, today.
lane replies, still blushing and relishing his state of reekness of him. the coming night would be a busy one.
Scaling for Late Game
\*\*\* the bot lane yordles, after successfully forcing their opponents out of lane, had recalled together in an attempt to not have their presence in the lane staggered. they both made their purchases and headed back to lane together.
The King of Diamonds
Greyson protested, now punching lane's arm a bit harder. "i swear you're doing this on purpose." "what? me? never!" lane said, feigning innocence. "none of us have ever done anything to torment or abuse jacob before!"
Bad Porn: Chapter Four
Looking to his left, he saw the f-350 two lanes over, matching his speed. they were separated by a long line of cars in the right middle lane of the four-lane highway. he turned his face forward, and saw a car in his lane coming up.
Let's Get Ready to Rumble!
Rumble wondered what insidious trap heimerdinger had cooked up in mid lane for him but his suit was ready. he moved into the lane with a war cry, shooting off a harpoon at the first thing he saw.
The Runt, Part 11.
Sonny lane, partner of mr. mason lane?" i make my reply with a shaky voice. "y-yes, i'm sonny lane, what is this all about?" the horse sighs and speaks.
Fatso
His crush was lane, a twinky ferret that always seemed to be everywhere. game night at marlow's, and all of the new-to-the-scene gays were always all over lane.
Hell on a Two-Lane Blacktop
"hell on a two-lane black top." the rabbit shook her head, her ears swaying behind her as she continued to rub her belly, waddling over to the cat. "you mean, racing with rick. kinda think of it, i ain't seen that bastard in weeks.
Marcus Lane - Chapter Thirty
#30 of marcus lane the british countryside, full of charm and delight... that's until gay celebrity author marcus lane arrives back from san francisco to fix his parents' house up and sell it.
Spread 'em on the fast lane...
Drifting into the other lane the cop hit the switch on the side of his steering wheel valiant was hauled back into his seat as the force of the car accelerated sending the scooby forward right onto the side of the rottie's bike.