Deep Inside the Breathing Mountain
deep within the breathing mountains by dracos blackwing (all chars copyright me! no stealing please! ^\_^) the breathing mountains were a mighty chain that lay to the northeast of the main continent.
Dragon's Deep
I banished him from my castle, his eyes showing deep rooted fear as he realised i was more powerful than him after only having just awoken, then he was at several years of new life. i took a deep breath and crouched upon the heated floor.
Pern: Clear and Deep
He felt natiath's hum of pleasure through his buttocks as she turned unerringly towards the river, increasing her speed with anticipation. the river was a deep slow flowing body of water that wound its way through the valleys.
Dirty Dog Done Deep
His paw jumped to his cock and he inhaled the stink of sweaty crotch real deep just before, "ngh!"
Fuck....
the canines pant for over five min before collapsing into each other on the bed and finishing the final straw by coating themselves with bens emptied load. kyle wraps his arms around ben and begins to drop off into a deep sleep....
The deep beat of the night
the old paladin was seriously wounded, from a deep hole in his abdomen was sprouting blood while his see faded and his weak hand barely can maintain the sword.
2.5 - Deep Breath
the more they bit each other, the stronger the mental bond became. he'd been on a lot of assignments. he'd had some flings, sure, but he'd never allowed himself to get this deep with anyone. which is why he was so worried.
Deep into the Forest (pt 1)
He should have never convinced his dad to stray off the main road deep into private forest, and they should have never unloaded the kayaks into an un-mapped river.
Deep Connection
Even if they didn't know anything about each other, the deep connection of real people behind them was still strong.
Deep Conditioning - Chapter One
deep conditioning (chapter one) © cederwyn whitefurr all rights reserved january, 2015 stephen walked casually into the gleaming glass foyer of the intelli-pet corporation, the soles of his leather shoes clicking against the gold flecked black marble
Deep and Hard
He needed to do this in a deep, primal manner, and as he felt his mind flood with the thoughts and desires he slid out his tongue, taking the first long, deep lick.
Echoes of the Deep
#16 of poetry as seen in my writer's blog: http://sirenscoast.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/echoes-of-the-deep/ we met one summer's eve a time before i learned to grieve you had taken to the shore your ship, the maiden, had just been moored i recall