Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Seventy Six
Most of the island was featureless, just a gentle slope rising up from the black water, blanketed in dark green moss. patches of red feather-leaf moss and a few slimy stretches of blue growth nyramyn called slick-hide marked the green carpeting.
Food. Food, The Problem Is Always Food
"if there's moss..." his voice was nearly lost to the wind as i trudged up behind him, "moss, then there has to be things that eat the moss. there has to be a bio-system."
The Gate-Way Revisited: Chapter 1 A Bond Strengthened
As he dangle from the outcropping, he did not so much hear as feel the moss slowly tearing. he cried out, trying to gain even a toe hold. his cry of triumph turned to one of fear, his toe had just found purchase as the moss gave way.
Yours to Bear - Chapter 6 [Non-Watersports Version
moss took it upon himself to clean out the fish and they were roasting over the flame. "not bad," moss said with a smirk. "i had a good teacher," kit said. "well i got another thing i wanna teach you," moss said while getting up.
Playing Shaman - Part 2
The moss was spongy and soft so she took that and gently rubbed it over her pussy, noting that her little bead was probing forward and the moss was not enough to make her feel good.
Taste of Fire: Calm
moss looked over to isis and watched her eyes scan the sky. they were breathtaking in the failing light. her eyes appeared to be a deeper purple with lighter outlines.
Lewd Forest Misadventures (Pt.1)
He let his head fall back onto the moss and let out another lewd moan.
Taste of Fire: Passionate Envy
The sweet juices poured onto the desk as moss tried desperately to drink it. she was riding her orgasm heavily and convulsed as he continued to tease her overly sensitive pussy. "gods..."
Strake Was Here
Stan squeezed his eyes shut as hips crushed him forward, a few tears squeezing out, smeared onto his face along with dirt and green specks of moss.
A Great Day in The Cave
The tweeking and massaging of her breasts made the milk coat the moss on the cave wall. "l..legacy..' cooing out as her body shivered.
The Minotaur (Unofficial Chapter)
Would he too get a statue in this awful moss-covered garden? if so, what would his face show? fear? pain? loathing? or perhaps an even more disturbing emotion.
[QC-081] Hungry Like A Snake
He asked, still picking the best bits of moss from the rock walls. "sort of." she admitted.