High School Dilemma Chapter 3
He then dribbled it back to our line and closer to the hoop before shooting once more only to have it bounce off the hoop and miss again.
Drops of Note, Soothed Evening (Otherwise Untitled)
With the final notes of his mother's song, randy settled the knob and the shower sputtered to a dribble. "you're up!", he called from within the stall, elaborating "..have you decided on in or out?", sauntered out nakedly into the hotel room.
Warm Seat in a Cold Storm (Otherwise Untitled)
His host reached up to flick on the cabin lights, once the closed door placed the couple in a moment's darkness excepting the flicker of scattered lightning and the pale red glow dribbling from the dragon's chin and onto his coat.
Alone
Sharp slivers dug into his leathery pads, but simon was oblivious to the pain and the trickle of blood that dribbled from the paw. he sat; hunched over, tears streaking down his muzzle.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 180
He was still straining forwards, so hard, in fact, that the iron tines were actually bending inside his body, gaping the puncture wounds ever wider, turning the slow dribble of blood into three separate streams.
Bolt's accident.
When she got them off bolt felt some pee dribble out, but when he held the rest in and grabbed his crouch again. mittens saw this and said," now bolt how can i work if you try to cover it up and nothing haven't seen before."
Jana's Hard Vore Burrito Party
She grimaced as her teeth pierced it and its greasy life juice poured into her face and dribbled out her mouth and ran orange onto her chin. a low moan gurgled in her throat as the flavor flooded her tongue with pleasure.
Shoot! 01: The Game Begins
**the game begins** by 12 as sonichowler originally published september 17, 2006 mikael kyle carterson, ky for short, dribbled the ball down what seemed like miles of court.
Hell on Earth. Chapter 9
The dribbly black candles that you _had_ to have and no other kind was acceptable, even though they cost a damn packet. the heat from the radiator hit his back, and he opened his eyes, stifling a sob. he really needed to go pee, now!
The Book of Warlock 14. Battle ready.
More blood dribbled. the gnoll looked like he had just escaped death. hemlock's reptilian pupils widened. "what happened to you?!" the gnoll pulled at the pony again, his bristly muzzle close to the reptid general's face, "general warlock is coming!
The Book of Warlock 12. A portent of doom.
One look at him returning to camp with his tail between his hind quarters, dribbling bloody foam, telling nisgarant about watching his pal's heart explode is enough to make anyone desert."
The Furry Dead (Medieval Style) Chapter IV
It was marred with spots of wax, dribbled here and there, likely from many times using that trick of his with the candles.