Checking Out the Contents
He didn't seem the bookish type, cutting a striking figure in his fashionable attire.
Joining the Team
Like a switch, the bookish, prudish ron that brandon knew and loved had vanished, replaced with a crude, dumb facsimile of what he once was.
Belial: Kitten Caretakers
Kessa looked so sexy to her sitting on the stool, looking the part of the bookish schoolgirl with her knee-high socks, bucked shoes, pantyhose, a shirt, skirt, and jacket.
Consent is for the dull
Hell, in the first two weeks it had gotten so he could barely sit, but it had evened out. the two jocks in the house, blake and the hyena, had started spending more time with steve instead, a slender deer, the bookish type, steve wasn't the type to flirt as
Caelus Aurum (1 of 3)
She had a thin, scrawny body, and that bookish look about her face, no doubt once one of the scientist crew crevan had been complaining about not an hour earlier ... but now ... she had different assets.
Happy Valentine’s Day
The dragon stood a good extra four feet taller than his bookish beau, and three of his five limbs were broader than said bat at their broadest.
Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure - Fifty-fourth Entry
"i've been learning," urta said with a chuckle as she raised her head, smoothly palming her erection into place at the slim, bookish buck's bottom.
A Peculiar Prison
The hallway is peopled with neat, bookish types. "hey isn't this sweetwater? what's with all this 'mandrogen?' i ain't heard of it." arturo asks his stoic attendants. "sweetwater is our cover.
Pink and Ruger: About New Orleans-Visual 1 (adult version)
Lothner's tongue felt with my corkscrew dick wrapped around it, the bookish human squirming as i pinned him up against the water closet, than i was thinking about the whitey's reliability. i shrugged. "a lead's a lead," i said aloud.
The Idol of Cattra
She even had the bad eyesight of a bookish nerd. she hiked up her glasses and gently lifted the idol from its straw packaging. it was jet black, and certainly wouldn't go into the main gallery.
Why am I different?
Small, wirey, and a little bookish, he was hardly an imposing figure. a good student, he had had occasional problems with bullies, but it had never seemed to his parents that it was much of an issue. that is, until one day last week. "hi, randall!"
Day One pt 1
A young yellow well groomed, well mannered, bookish looking shih-tsu approached me taking control of the crowd as she did. "greetings sir. welcome to narshe. you must be the new mayor we've been expecting.