Dog club house Greentext
>with that you two gently drift off to a sleep wrapped in each other's arms in a pool of your lovemaking >burying your face into his fuzzy neck while he wiggles his butt against your softening dick >savoring every moment, you are together.
Held High
In a flurry she pulled her lover into a tight hold, wrapping her arms and legs around him, burying him between her bosom, and set him against the wall of her abs.
70 - The Good, the Bad, and the Dried Up
Desert storms must have buried it ages ago and people forgot about it.' 'someone sure didn't.' said ulric as he searched for any other entrance into the temple.
Luna And Thief Ch 2
Thinking of him like that made her blush red and bury her face deep into her paws. _why am i thinking of thief like this? is it because of that mistake?
Chapter Sixteen (Todd)
But if i were him, i would've chosen a scary movie so i have an excuse to bury my face in wendell's chest. or in his case, bury his in dexter's. "that'd be great foxy." dex says. as we eat our meal, i notice a few things.
A Masters (Gay) Story
Here i am, in a dress with another man buried balls deep in my man cunt. i'm being used and i'm in heaven. he flattens me out on his bed, closes my legs and pounds me flat against the mattress.
Unnoticed Under Foot
Not that it made it any more comfortable being buried under what, to mekuto, was comparable to a few metric tons of foot flesh. he would have thought an air elemental would have weighed less.
Dark Angel Ch.2
We didn't notice it but water from the square fountain circled me and cleaned me of the blood, and the earth swallowed the dead bodies, burying them.
A Fox in a Human's Clothing
Sometimes it was just buried deep within, and you had to yank it to the surface. kausn looked around the dirty complex; or at least what was left of it.
Blood and Dirt and Bone
Turin gasped, burying his paws under his arms. suddenly he realised why...they were now beside the city canal, walking along it. it was darker here than the main street, but he could still make shapes out just fine.
Memorys of the Sword...
With my stuff on and sword away not to look back at the damage we could do.. so we will keep it in bury it deep down and from a bag by the door we pull out a smiling theater mask the only face we wan't people to see one with a smile little do they know we
Will, Persistence, Patience, and Love (a poem)
Lifeless art has no joy it can provide love burns, love sears, love makes you itch and love, i'll be honest, sometimes makes you a bitch but love, i love, it makes me feel alive and love i know is always buried