Dragon Hunters
You better pick up the pace if you wanna win" pete primed the riffle for another shot as his friend continued to lick and suck on the engorged cock between his legs.
True to Form: Part Eleven
A small notebook appeared in carlos's hand, and he riffled through the pages. "about one day of your two week trial period." he closed it, and it disappeared. "already?! how did that time fly by?"
Time of War Chpt 2
Sharpening a knife the lucario began to laugh remembering the story behind how he got the snipper riffle.
Time of War Chpt 5
Zero, looking threw the red-dot mounted on his riffle could see an ak-47 assault riffle in the terrorist-in-training's hand; ready to fire. with no judgment, or hesitation, zero quickly lined up the shot and pulled the trigger.
Escape into Love
He rolled her onto her side as he thrust his hardness into her deeply. she shivered and riffled her feathers, gasping with opened beak. "oh yes oh yess my love again, a, again!"
MEAT GRINDER Ch1
"here carmine you can hold my riffle don't bump the scope and try not to fucking shoot yourself. as he took the riffle he said. "actually sir it's carmikle."
The Spyro Chronicles Chapter 2: Sirus frist contact
He lifted his assault riffle and pulled the trigger. many of these creatures fell but more came. soon, most of the cover used by 1st platoon was almost completely vaporized. many marines lay dead.
We Are Shadows: Episode 1
Sam patrolled the hallway his riffle in hand, this was going to be a showdown.
Neytiri of the Na´Vi
A great battle followed, riffle against spear. to save the tree of souls, and all that we hold dear. this war was terrible, we were overrun. but eywa heard our prayers, and with her help we won.
Runt Part 8
It turned and raced down the riffles toward me and it zoomed past me as i desperately tried to reel in the slack. when it straightened the line out below me i remembered to keep my rod tip up.
The Dishes THE DISHES!!!
I sighed and flicked the safety off as i stared down the scope for what seemed like hours before sunny slowly leaned out from the blown out building and crouched behind a piece of rubble draping her riffle across her lap as she scanned the my cliff face with
Paperwork and Curses (Otherwise Untitled)
Glen rolled her chair back, pulling open a drawer to riffle to the correct form. the rabbit could at least understand process when it was presented, for this she was thankful.