Chapter 4 (Todd)
I left my shirt downstairs but i don't care. i close the door behind us. wendell already has his shirt off and starting to get his pants off. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off. wendell and i stand there, half-naked.
Worlds Apart - Chapter Four
He grabbed the stack of shirts he'd just brought out. “i guess i can put these back, now." dan pulled them out of his hands. “sexy as hell, but...no."
Ocean Depths part 20
"you wanted me to get a shirt that said 'he likes my cock' with a rooster on it." anders shook his head walking back over to the group. "hey! i picked out more than a few 'hilarious' and truthful shirts."
Foxing Your Life
The big fox grabbed the other end of the shirt and gave it to cassie. "hold this part and the part you have in your mouth. the berries will stay in there while you pull it along." cassie pulled the now folded up shirt behind the fox.
Heal The Wound
You say standing up from your desk and heading to your closet \>you weren’t going to wear your usual video game t shirt or band t shirt on a date \>"what time did you have in mind anon?
World of Two: Love Me, Please
He wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a light gray shirt with an unbuttoned black dress shirt resting tightly against his shoulders.
The Blessing and The Curse - Part 1
Someone apparently snagged my shirt and stuffed it in the toilet.
Summer Rains
He put the shirt back in the draw. "you want a short sleeve or a muscle shirt?" "sleeveless, punk. let me show off the guns." he laughed and tossed her the two items and she looked them over. "well, this might be a tight fit."
Giving Thanks
"i have you on my bed with your shirt off, don't i?" he smirked but it was quickly removed when she pelted him with her flour-coated shirt. it hung from his horn, caught by the sleeve. "hand me my bag," she told him.
Fyrebrand Cafe
He noticed his cream colored belly poking out of his t-shirt much more as it kept riding up to his chest.
Bully,the late bloomer
The stain on his shirt was growing despite you no longer toying with his nipple. >”mooo…” >he rubbed his nose on you, hunting for every trace of your scent and letting his tongue roam.
Hunter's Thanksgiving
When he reopened his eyes, the shirt was still there in dakoda's paws. "i'm not wearing that, koda!" he said firmly.