Black Latex, Black Flesh
Another story for the frankly lovely and sweet fa: sandnite.
Much Ado About Knotting
sandnite turned immediately, relief clinging to his face - only to be dashed when he saw what appeared to be a walking pile of paperwork. "sorry! sorry! are you... sandnite?" the paperwork asked in a shrill voice. sandnite nodded warily.
Good Timing, Great Time
The medial ring passed his lips again, and forced down into sandnite's throat.