Little Bear: The Dissimination Of Despair
Emily pouted, then licked the musky, muntjac-deer smelling balls on last time. she then started to think. “have you asked your male parental figure?” she asked, she was talking about father bear.
If Only He'd Been Born on April 25th
Thomas kicked his apartment door closed behind him with a sigh. He dropped his keys into the dish by the door then shrugged out of his coat, tossing it across the back of the nearest chair as he walked through the silent rooms. He pulled up at his...