Swallow Your Pride
Oral port in place too, let's introduce our newest drone to his permanent job." they unstrap me from the table. i squirm, scream, and kick, but there is no escape for me as i'm taken away.
Pumping Oil
He tries to pull back out, pushing on the rim of the port with his free hand as his fur whips about, being pulled inward slowly. as he puts his hand on the port, however, suddenly it slips on the thick grease.
Harpoon Fishing:1
Who would ransack a meaningless port town? i reach the fire quickly. a family of deer who claimed to want more than forest life is scrambling to save everything they have.
A Pirate’s Romance V
“i can visit him whenever we stop by that port again." she explained. “we should be heading back there in a day or two."
A Pirate's Life For Me?
"i know that you've likely put off sleeping, and taking a nap until nightfall will give us time to break from port and have food ready."
Splintered Light - Prologue, Pt 1
The tribal jackal rarely wore the clothing of the settled people except when they were in port, which had been a continuing theme for the wave rider for over a week.
Ablaze Ch.6: Battle of Senchen (3)
They could be attempting to flank us, but they might also be aiming for the port." he points at the location of the port, a bit to the west of parosana's advances.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 22
There they beheld the port of himmska. the small port had been tucked into the curve of a cove, but expansion over years had seen it grow onto floating planks and docks jutting outward.
A Stern Stuffing - Commission for Sparkx Falcon
#9 of story commissions the first in my round of commissions set in port crow, this story features a lot of anal action. hope you horndogs enjoy!
day one
I look out the cell window at the air port and watching the planes take off and fly in you would think that they wouldn't put a juvie next to the air port but in the small town of port antho you'd be thinking wrong.im not the bad type i'm actually the complete
Worlds Apart - Chapter Five
Even the pine forest directly to the south of the port had a perfect arc cut out of it. “this is the port, right?" the boy nodded in agreement.
To boldly go
"port shields at eighty percent." "they're firing again. captain, i recommend evasive maneuvers." "nichi!" before he could answer -- probably, knowing him, with a curse -- the ship bucked again. "port shields are down to thirty percent.