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.
Black Latex, Black Flesh
Another story for the frankly lovely and sweet fa: sandnite.