Tin-Can Animals

Faster he spurned his loins, irene gagging helplessly, the crash of stern thighs so consistently rough they'd shake irene down to her fat, wobbling tits.

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House of the Fourth

As he did, irene went aside and hit an unseen buzzer behind the desk, apparently connected to some type of intercom. there was a beep. for a moment, there was silence, and then: "yes, miss irene?"

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Hard times of a Flareon

'goodbye irene.'  'damien?' he could swear he heard irene's voice in his head, and grinned to himself.  'i love you.'  'damien no!'

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Sissy Training Center: Prepping

Auntie irene chimed. blushing, he hooked both thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulled down, exposing himself to the unseen eyes of irene. after placing his underwear in the basket, it shifted back into the wall. "good girl.

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Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 3) Broken promises.

"don't do this to yourself," shouted irene. "keep this up, and you'll end up in the nuthouse." "already been there," i groaned. "and we need every penny quinn can afford me." irene lit two cigarettes and offered me one.

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AZ-01 Sagittarian Sunrise

irene, though, had been eying remus most pointedly. when remus caught irene's gaze, something unspoken and unseen seemed to occur between them.

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Night is the Time for Killing

That night, irene placed the flask of bourbon in gill's office to prime him. it triggered a guilt-ridden memory from his drunken days and made him open to irene's suggestions. "i'm a _gitano_," said irene. "of the _sap__éré_ clan.

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Murder at the Speed of Life #1

irene shrugged. "we gave it a shot. maybe the circus will take me back.

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